lazarusisdead

He felt it coming towards him again. Creeping up from behind. Shadowy, growing, bent upon smothering. It may have left him occasionally, but came back every time. In fact, a part of it was always there now, lurking in the corner, waiting for the sign.

And there was no longer anything he could do about it.


But on the bright side, I found out today that I'm going to be having not just one, but two of my short films playing at the same film screening on Halloween, the Winnipeg Short Film Massacre TWO!! I almost peed myself.