Inside the room was tangential trace-evidence of psychological modification experiments performed on children years earlier, reduced to symbolic trophies designed to jump-start my own memories of these forcibly deleted events: A tape-loop, a photo-booth strip, some cloudy water in a jar. And then somebody started coming down the stairs towards us, moving carefully in the dark, with bad intentions in mind.
Story?
in which I was Sarah McLachlan performing a private concert for a bunch of vampires.
no subject
Story?
in which I was Sarah McLachlan performing a private concert for a bunch of vampires.
I don't know; that's kind of scary to me.