When the Lights Go Out

NOTHING'S WRONG. Not the faint creak of the floorboards upstairs. Or that mysterious car that’s driven past your house for the tenth time tonight. NOTHING'S WRONG.Not even the chill that rolls down your spine. Not the knock on the front door in the dead of night. Or the shadows that slowly inch their way toward you. NOTHING'S WRONG. Keep telling yourself that.

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