Sunday, October 16, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #120:




He did not want to look, even as he knew that looking was going to be inevitable. He did not for a second indulge in the comforting fantasy that the shifting sounds above him had some natural explanation: a nest of birds or some nocturnal animal. This had not, thus far, been a night for natural explanations; and there was no reason to believe that this was going to be any exception. 
However, he was determined that he would get whatever it was on film. He raised the camcorder, placing his right eye against the eyepiece. He paused before aiming the camcorder at the ceiling, wondering: was this worth the price that he would have to pay? Was he willing to put his sanity on the line yet again tonight?



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