The sensation is that the girl from the dream really exists somewhere.
Plan is to begin searching abandoned rail yards.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Dream #4 - Rails, Rust, Rain
The sensation is that the girl from the dream really exists somewhere.
Plan is to begin searching abandoned rail yards.
Late October in Charcoal
Here we are again, the death throes of October. Could the most sadistic god have devised a better time of year for a scary story? Usually not my personal poison as far as genres goes, but the season seems to ache for some kind of existential dread, no? Something about the approach of winter and all of its white deadness makes you wish that, to quote a friend, "someone would come and try to kill you/ just to hear what your cries to heaven sounded like/ when heaven was listening."
So take some time to scare the Hell out of yourself before winter comes and ices everything over. Whether it's with a book, a movie or an uneasy thought brought on by the dark or the electric chill of the air; whether it's the hitcher with the hook, the ghost in the mirror, or the statue that isn't a statue, there's nothing like that distinct autumnal dread to make one appreciate the comfort and relative safety of a good blanket and a warm bed. Keep in mind though you aren't the first to hide under a good blanket, in a warm bed.
So take some time to scare the Hell out of yourself before winter comes and ices everything over. Whether it's with a book, a movie or an uneasy thought brought on by the dark or the electric chill of the air; whether it's the hitcher with the hook, the ghost in the mirror, or the statue that isn't a statue, there's nothing like that distinct autumnal dread to make one appreciate the comfort and relative safety of a good blanket and a warm bed. Keep in mind though you aren't the first to hide under a good blanket, in a warm bed.
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