Bertha has been reciting some kind of thing over the cat's grave. She took me out to stand over it, today, while she did that. It's not English. It's not a prayer.
I tell ya what. It seems like the cat's meow answered back.
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HorrorIn this Weird Fiction short story, Frank Hopson records his days in an audio journal, losing track of dates and struggling to decipher what's real and what's a hallucination due to the human brain's common psychedelic reaction to blindness -- it's c...
