May 8
@huntercam exquis
it's freezing. it's frigid cold and she's pretty sure she's dying, but she can't stop, because it's behind her. the whole world's frozen but her feet feel hot.
she stops to turn and look, to see if IT is still there.
it is. it's walking, slow but inexorable.
she remembers a door next, a door and a floor that's slippery. rows and rows of moving images that evoke nothing - sludgy oils locked in simple frames.
she sees two shapes, clung together, descending into some dark hole in the wall. she follows, but not too close. halfway down the endless steps, holly looks back, and IT isn't there anymore.
'The hell are you doing?'
