http://wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2009-03-03 12:18 am

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A meadow, with dry, brittle grass all around. A black-haired doll. A red-haired one. A brown-haired one. A stuffed cat. A stuffed wolf. Although they're just toys, they scream as their seams come loose, as their stuffing spills, as felt and cloth flies.

For something's tearing them up. Ripping them to pieces that flutter in the air like paper. Something with horrible dry rotting hands....


Bridgette wakes up with a scream, the smell of rot in her nose. Panting, she stares around. Marie looks at her curiously. 

Her room. Nothing more. It's just a nightmare. Nothing to get excited about. Everyone has bad dreams.

Still...it'd be nice to talk to someone. Just for a bit. And maybe have a midnight snack. Bridgette puts her jacket and boots on, leaves her room, and makes her way to the farmhouse. Marie follows.

There's gotta be someone in the kitchen, right?


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