>> 00.20. Just got home from a night out. There are few crawling around the drive,
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I think that's one of the signs. The subject is convinced there are moths fluttering round his head, bats in his hair, spiders with red staring eyes advancing across his bed-spread.
He flails horror-struck at the attackers, cries out in terror, but when his despairing family appear and turn the lights on, there is nothing there. The maggots have vanished.
Until next time.
Last edited by: Cliff Pope on Sun 25 May 14 at 11:24
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