IX. Old Hug Time.

Accompanied by a short old lady, To sit on her chest, squeeze to collapse her voice box, He is the shadow man. Feeling everything around, Dreaming, but awake, The madness rises OH! God! There is a presence here, Unusual experiences, Violent entities, Tries to ignore and forget it, Clinching her jaw, cracking her teeth, NightmareContinue reading “IX. Old Hug Time.”