He creeps down the corridor. Creep… creep… creep. The floorboards will not be silent. They tell on his every step. The shadows are impenetrable.
‘It’s lurking in the shadows,’ he says, creep, ‘it thinks I don’t know.’ creep ‘But I know.’ Creep… creep ‘I know it’s there.’
Who is he talking to?
You?
A Bolg? 
H.E. ELLIS
/ September 12, 2012That’s just creepy.
W. R. Woolf
/ September 13, 2012I’ll take that as a compliment 🙂
Hamilton
/ September 18, 2012nope, not me. It was her. *pointing* She’ll swear it wasn’t. But I knows, yes ideed my precious, I does . . .