Today, I heard Bertha talking in the kitchen to Hoppy. Something about the money.
If that old woman gets charge of my money instead of Hoppy getting it, I'll make the after-life be true just so I can come back and haunt her.
I will!
That's not right!
Today, I refused to eat my stew. I don't want to have anything to do with her. Her and her bald head. I'll bet it's shiny too.
How is Hoppy even here?
I'm not going outside for walks with her any more. I'm staying in my room.
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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...
