No sleep . So, Reading ghost stories this night.. My take..
This haunting night, of all evils- sleeping and slept, like a flash of lightning beyond black oaks where wolf lings cry to their mother in anguish, on such dark night of watery moon, the door to the house creaks slightly - as if the boundaries between the two spaces that constitute outside and inside, will mingle into one fathomless grey plane... And dreams, those dreams that floated on our eyelids will awaken shrieking to such night such creak such sound - for dreams know evil when they feel them..
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