I remember when we were hiding behind the sofa with the lights off. Me and sis and mum. Our flat was on the second floor and the floor to ceiling window looked directly out onto a grassy hill. We called him Elvis. Not after the King of course, but the…
I remember in my twenties
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Faces in the wall
I remember when I woke up to see the faces in the wall. Little, sharp, triangular shaped faces, randomly moving in and out to stare at me. I could make out a massive pile of fruit to my left. I had no idea where I was. Then a woman came…