Do you believe in ghosts?
Sarah blames her overactive imagination. How was she to know that this would be a side-effect; that because she can conjure in her mind's eye the vivid imagery of any place or being that exists only in her head, and so good is her imagination that she has to remind herself that it isn't real, instead of the other way round?
It's not that she doesn't like being alone. She loves being alone, because she secretly knows what other people don't, and that is that she's never truly alone when she wraps herself up in her stories.
But sometimes, she seems to be somehow... more alone than usual.
And that is when something triggers that switch in her head, the one that controls her double-edged imagination, and she starts thinking about things she shouldn't really think about, like shadows that lurk around corners and unexplored spaces behind furniture and the fact that she really really doesn't like windows at night because it always seems that whenever she looks out of them there is someone else looking back in.
It is at times like these that Sarah curls under her comforter, a good book nestled against herself like a talisman, protecting herself from dangerous things that cannot be seen, except through the corner of a human eye.
Here Be Mysterious Things Worth Unknowing.
Sarah reads, and finds comfort.
Muse: Sarah
Fandom: Labyrinth
Words:
It's not that she doesn't like being alone. She loves being alone, because she secretly knows what other people don't, and that is that she's never truly alone when she wraps herself up in her stories.
But sometimes, she seems to be somehow... more alone than usual.
And that is when something triggers that switch in her head, the one that controls her double-edged imagination, and she starts thinking about things she shouldn't really think about, like shadows that lurk around corners and unexplored spaces behind furniture and the fact that she really really doesn't like windows at night because it always seems that whenever she looks out of them there is someone else looking back in.
It is at times like these that Sarah curls under her comforter, a good book nestled against herself like a talisman, protecting herself from dangerous things that cannot be seen, except through the corner of a human eye.
Here Be Mysterious Things Worth Unknowing.
Sarah reads, and finds comfort.
Muse: Sarah
Fandom: Labyrinth
Words: