myself
- the field
Before them was the field. Over the last few months the grass had grown. It was maybe four or five inches high, lush and green. Phaeton imagined they saw a depression in the grass. Only two or so feet from where they were sitting. About the shape and size of a young adult. When they blinked it was gone. Just the shadow of a cloud passing.
youdontwantoknow
- Magnus Archives podcast ep. 074
I've always had problems sleeping. Even as a child, my mother would always check my room to find me reading well into the night. If I heard her coming up the stairs, I would turn off my light and dive beneath the covers to try and convince her I was sound asleep. If it worked, I would listen to her walk off to her room, and then bring out my book once again. At the time, I thought it was because I loved reading, but looking back I think it must have been the first strings of insomnia.
