Trickles on the velvet rose
And quenches her thirst.
As scared as she was, her curiosity got the better of her. She tiptoed slowly towards the backroom, wanting to know what was making that weird moaning sound.
She couldn’t understand why the landlady fiercely ordered her to keep away from that particular room. She wanted to be a good tenant but she cannot just turn her back away from this. What if someone inside was hurt or dying? Her conscience wouldn’t allow her to do nothing. Continue reading Scare me…
What a way to spend my last Saturday of the year… In bed with a bad case of allergies.
So while i wait for the Benedryl to finally bring me to slumberland, with my tissue box in hand and my laundry waiting patiently on the bedroom floor, i would like to wish you all a sneeze and sniffle free New Year…