February Second, Two Thousand and Sixteen.

I think there’s something evil going on around me- the woman on the bus was breaking down and talking about how we would all die once we crossed the bridge and how nice it will be to explore the graveyard, all of us together; I don’t know how to help.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s