“Sammy, baby.”
That’s what he always said before he came into her darkroom. She thought he knew better. Until she forgot to the lock the door before going to work.
She found him in the garage, car still running. She drove him to the loch, pushing the car off the bridge, a long walk home.
She slept well that night. Until her phone rang.
“Sammy, baby.”
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Little Fears 
Ooh, I especially like this one! ?????? Haunting–like everyone’s worst nightmare ?
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Thank you. Stemmed from the idea of Lovecraftian photos of course. 🙂
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Eeek! I love a good haunting! 🙂
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Heh, not sure I do! 😛
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Cue the scary music 🙂
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Dun dun duuuun! 🙂
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Fantastic. One of the best of your darker pieces yet.
Esme running about in a white sheet with holes cut out for eyes making ‘whooooo’ noises upon the Cloud
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Thank you Esme. 🙂
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Sammy, baby.
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