“Hobgoblin. Hobgoblin,” Aunt Millie bellowed making Tess jump, and Frank spill a hot coffee down the front of his white shirt. “Hobgoblin!”
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1:45 am
Midnight lights spot empty streets where feet both tread and run some dance in fun watching down upon through eyes glazed double
VoicesVoices
5:11 pm
Whispering voices wisp And drift with each Thought Memory Locked away Hidden in murmurs lost Time Talking! Unceasing ever Talking, speaking,