Re: connie/patrick
so, the guy who owns the B&B has his own ghosties and sometimes they get worked up. they did once and it- the best way i can describe it is that it felt like the curtain between our world and the stuff that goes bump in the night started to tear. The ghosts... they like to lock me in a closet. and this time i could hear dad walking out of a mirror and down the hall. he was talking- it was his voice but he wasn't speaking any language that makes sense. more like he was talking in symbols, like webdings.
but i could understand him.
he was saying i needed to go with him and there was a part of my brain that agreed. i was going to go if dahl hadn't come and saved me.