Old House
Midnight eyes wide awake.
Curtains flicker in time with my fluttering heartbeat as
menacing wind moans round the window frame.
Floor creaks to nobody’s tread, and
There’s nothing under the bed
If I don’t look……
Midnight eyes wide awake.
Curtains flicker in time with my fluttering heartbeat as
menacing wind moans round the window frame.
Floor creaks to nobody’s tread, and
There’s nothing under the bed
If I don’t look……
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