cry little sister
2011-01-18, 4:14 a.m.

... I remember thinking; "Jesus, what the hell could that be?"

The doorknock has woken me twice from blessed sleep, and somewhere deep inside I get the feeling that it's not over yet.

Some sort of preternatural beast of some kind, bent on stealing the peace from my slumber! As if I didn't have enough problems sleeping without a creature of the wretched day stalking me like the villain in a Phillip K. Dick novel.

The phantom knocker has me gripped in a kind of paranoia, that comes usually from the goverment, or the Pope.

Jesus, what will become of me if this strange knocking continues?

The black smoke rises blue...

Do nothing

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