Red curtains close as a man with a white shirt, steps from the darkness. He has no head. He moves towards me quickly, not stepping, but floating. He raises his right arm and points to me. He screams at me,... Continue Reading →
Red curtains close as a man with a white shirt, steps from the darkness. He has no head. He moves towards me quickly, not stepping, but floating. He raises his right arm and points to me. He screams at me,... Continue Reading →
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