Conversations in our house
Sep. 26th, 2014 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davywavy"David, tell me a bedtime story."
"Aren't you a little old for that?"
"No, tell me one."
"Very well...
'As they slept, the graveyard thing slipped through the open window. Rank it was, with a pale flabbiness which spoke of putrescence. It brought with it a chill air, and an odour of damp mold.
'It moved on all fours with a jittering speed before pausing by the bed and sniffing deeply once, twice. Some vestigial instinct told it to be pleased. The bodies would make it warm again, for a little while.'
*mwa* goodnight! Sweet dreams!"
"I HATE YOU."
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Date: 2014-09-30 12:42 am (UTC)*or maybe it waits, dreaming beneath the sea.
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