Things that go bump in the night

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After setting down the kittens on their cushion, i closed my window and pulled off my hoodie. After humming gently to myself for a few minutes, i began to sing a song i had made up in welsh under my breath.

'Yr wyf yn edrych y tu allan, a gweld y byd gymryd drosodd gan greaduriaid hunllef. Rwy'n troi i ffwrdd ac yn sgrechian gyda fy lles. Mae'r anghenfilod maent yn cropian, bydd y ysbryd yn drifft, ac ni fydd y cythreuliaid yn gadael i mi ei ben ei hun. Mae tawelwch fyddarol disgyn fel y dôn mwyaf ysgafn Didoli drwy'r awyr. Bydd y gân meddal melys haunt fy mreuddwydion. Am bob alaw a strôc mewn tôn fy chwaer. Roedd y chwaer oeddwn wedi anghofio hir.'

After the song was over, i could hear a scratching sound from my window. Peeking through the curtains, I sighed as I looked at the bare cherry blossom branch tapping on my window. after pulling off my t-shirt, bra, and jeans, i pulled on an overly large t-shirt that smelled like cherry blossoms and fell asleep. 

Little did i know how much mu dreams would haunt me that night.


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MAG: hello everybody, and sorry i haven't posted in a while. i forgot to mention that 'domasant' means 'shit' in welsh. and also, the above song translates to this:
I look outside and see the world take over by creatures nightmare. I turned away and screaming with my welfare. The monsters are crawling, the spirit will drift, and the demons will not leave me alone. A deafening silence descended as the most gentle tone swept through the air. The song will haunt my dreams soft sweet. For every stroke in tone melody and my sister. The sister I had forgotten long .

i did it this way on purpose, to make it seem more ethereal.

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