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The Surreal Sound of Obe #2


Black August

It was a Black August when I needed sleep and I felt twisted, twisted, twisted and silent.

Months pass unnoticed. Stumbling though the dark doorway I left the street and entered a hallway. The cold of the house made me shiver and so I zipped my coat. How could this house be colder than the outside? I climbed the stairs and entered a room with a person sitting on wooden chair looking away from me. Who was it? I stood behind the person, who did not even notice I was there. The person turned and looked right though me. Am I not here? I shouted but I need not have even been there for all I was noticed. Still looking through me the person stood and walked towards me and though me to the door. The coldness stunned me and I lost consciousness.

When I came into consciousness I could not see a thing. It was cold, so cold. I huddled in the protective shell of my coat and tried to move. And then I heard it scream.





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