July 25, 2016

“Again, I wandered. I went through the house without seeing where I went. Every room was the same, as was the passageways between them. There was dark and then there was dark. There was cold and it was stagnant. There were footsteps and there were creaks and there were knocks. I sank to the floor several times, kneading the sides of my head with my fists until my bones hurt, then nearly fainting. I screamed and kicked and stomped. I beat my hands against the walls. My blood splashed upon the plaster.”

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