“ I'm a name and a question. ”
But ghosts aren't white and bright. Ghosts are shadows of someone or something gone wrong.
~ Paul Tremblay
It was so dark it was like noting was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.
I swoon into a standing eight count. Goddamn, I actually feel my consciousness want to detach and hide like a turtle retreating into a hopelessly soft shell that won't save anyone.
On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.
