Sleep

The dampness creeps over, the darkest of nights, but here i am, out seeing the sights. Listening to crickets, birds and toads, i wander the parks, beach and road. When off in the distance, i hear a strange sound, a scittering, scattering, bone-chilling sound. And as it draws near, the flash...

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