I’m still reading Legion, hadn’t really had the chance the last couple of days. Each murder makes my stomach drop, and I thought the first one was bad enough.
I still have the salt. I also have tea. And various Baby Glorys and Baby Moondancers judging me.
Doesn’t help the cat keeps looking over my shoulder to something behind me, then the dog was staring at a human height thing in the kitchen.
Haunted.
My cat is a spook.
My dog is doing it on purpose.
Haunted.
My Little Obsession 