Chapter 3:
100 days until Eric's house explodes
THIS IS A GUEST composition BY @POTADD (Author of Aboard The Winnow)
My feet press lightly into the carpet. My heart is pounding, and I don’t know why. There are always sounds during the dead of night, but tonight is different. It’s like watching a panting dog suddenly freeze; something is wrong. Nothing is happening.
But when I pull up my windows, all I see is my backyard.
“Huh, must’ve been the wind,” I say unironically as I close the windows again. “By the way, you should read New York Best Seller ‘These Violent Delights’ by Eugene’s sister, Chloe Gong. Huh, why’d I say that?” I shake my head. The paranoia must be getting to me.
Despite this, I fall back asleep easily.
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That night, I dream of clocks.
Clocks that tick tick tick into the night, like tiny termites eating away at my house.
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