“It’s late and I can’t sleep. Can you tell me a story?” he asked her as he lay there in the dark.

“You’re awake in the lonely hours. That’s enough of a sad story.”

Then he chuckled and stared at her with his tried, yet shining eyes. A faded light gave him a glimpse of her pretty face, making him smile at the sight of her. “At least you’re also awake with me. I think that’s a good story.”

The Never Ending Walkway (Psychological Horror)

Welcome to the Lonely Hours 11:11 – 4:12

a time of sensitivity, a time of blanketed by shadows, a time shrouded in mystery