March 12th, 2004

tank girl

Things That Go Bump In The Night

Things That Go Bump In The NightI wake with a start, my hand to my throat. Checking for the blood I'm sure is there, but never is.

I haven't woken that way in years, feeling the ghosts of monsters past breathing in my ear. They're probably dead, but they were around a long time and sometimes I wonder if being sucked into an unknown void was enough to finish them.

I may be the Warrior of London Below, but I was once a man afraid of the dark. And what the creatures of darkness feared were Croup and Vandemar.

Foregoing sleep, I walk through the underside.


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