By AnnLeigh Clair McGregor
Date: 19 November 2000

Outside The Room (continued)

Then she felt it, or thought she did. There was that slight butt to her toes. Then the feeling of a damp breath nearby. She felt light touches. No, that was just imagination again. No ... something almost damp. No, a cool breeze passing close to her fingers. Then the sensation of something sniffing and then exhaling ... damp. She made fists and backed up slightly. These old houses had drafts everywhere.

Then she felt ... this time she felt the cool, damp touch just brush her chin. Inhale ... exhale ... she thought she did, but found herself holding her breath. Her fists became fans in stroking the air to disprove what was trying to make her mind see. She flailed at the air around her. Poor thing was at once terrified of angering an entity and feeling so defenseless without some reality of form.

The mass of huffing and puffing and sniffing and touching began to take shape. She turned as if to flee down the hall to maybe more terrors sensed earlier and found herself kissed ... nec`

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