I uh, I think so. It's hard to remember what was real and what... wasn't.
[ It felt real. He could hear and smell and see everything as clear as day. But he'd tried to wake himself up, slapping his own face — You just gotta wake up. Wake up.]
....In my attic, I think there was like... an outline. Like when a person dies, or something, you know how they draw it? Only it was in dust. [ ....He has no idea it was because a dead body was up there for so long. ]
And in that was um... a photo. Of me? [ His voice catches against a particular snag. ] Only the eyes were burned out. And there were candles everywhere. Um. It smelled funny.
[ What came just after that isn't something he can talk about. The sawing sounds, his mother's eyes wide and fixed right on him, her legs dangling—
Peter gives an odd little sound, eyelids fluttering for a moment as his heart flutters rapidly with a swell of anxiety, and his eyes are suddenly glossy and burn. ]
There were people up there. I didn't notice them at first. They were just....standing there, in the shadows. Smiling at me. ...They didn't have any clothes on. Um. I'd seen one before. In— in my house. I think they'd been following me for a long time.
....But I didn't know what was real. Everything— everything felt like a bad dream.
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I uh, I think so. It's hard to remember what was real and what... wasn't.
[ It felt real. He could hear and smell and see everything as clear as day. But he'd tried to wake himself up, slapping his own face — You just gotta wake up. Wake up. ]
....In my attic, I think there was like... an outline. Like when a person dies, or something, you know how they draw it? Only it was in dust. [ ....He has no idea it was because a dead body was up there for so long. ]
And in that was um... a photo. Of me? [ His voice catches against a particular snag. ] Only the eyes were burned out. And there were candles everywhere. Um. It smelled funny.
[ What came just after that isn't something he can talk about. The sawing sounds, his mother's eyes wide and fixed right on him, her legs dangling—
Peter gives an odd little sound, eyelids fluttering for a moment as his heart flutters rapidly with a swell of anxiety, and his eyes are suddenly glossy and burn. ]
There were people up there. I didn't notice them at first. They were just....standing there, in the shadows. Smiling at me. ...They didn't have any clothes on. Um. I'd seen one before. In— in my house. I think they'd been following me for a long time.
....But I didn't know what was real. Everything— everything felt like a bad dream.