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Let's call today: 'Saturday, 26 June 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
 
I sit at my computer, typing feverishly away, the heater gently blowing warm air at my feet under the desk.

My headphones are on, and every now and then between the blips and beeps from my computer, i hear traces of the television that sits switched on across the other side of the room.

I am engrossed in conversation. Online. Four windows open. The is nothing else in the world except this desk, these windows, my dear little heater and me.

Then from behind me, there's a noise. A low pained moaning sound. It's not from the TV set, that lies some distance from me to the left. No. This noise was behind me.


Someone else is here.


I listen again, and turn the volume down slightly on my computer. The noise sounds again behind me. This time, clearer, louder and more insistent than before.

I pluck up my courage. I crane my neck ever so gently, and turn my head over my shoulder. My eyes are squeezed shut, afraid of seeing the monster that lurks behind me.

It is howling now. I know it is after me. It has been watching me all this time and now, it has decided, is the time to devour me.

I crack one eye open. I shall meet my demon before it kills me. I will at least see it before it leaps at my throat and defeats me. It makes clicking noises now. It knows what I am doing.

I focus.

And there, on the other side of the room. I see it.....

My dad with his walkman on full fucking blast clicking his fingers and trying to sing along to Coast FM's Saturday Night Jukebox without the use of vowels.

Some people just should be stabbed.


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