It always starts the same way.

H.Poncraft.

Come. A.

First, there's the feeling.

Have you ever felt the tread of little feet walking across the top of your skull?

Footsteps on your skull, back and forth, back and forth? Back and forth?

It starts like that. You can't see... and forth, back and forth?

It starts like that.

You can't see who does the walking.

After all, it's on top of your head.

If you're clever, you wait for a chance and suddenly brush a hand through your hair, but you can't catch the walker that way. He knows.

Even if you clamp both hands flat to your head, he manages to wriggle through somehow or maybe he jumps

terribly swift he is and you can't ignore him if you don't pay attention to the

footsteps he tries the next step. He wriggles down the back of your neck

and whispers in your ear. You can feel his body so tiny and cold pressed tightly against the base of your brain.

There must be something numbing in his claws because they don't hurt,

although later you'll find little scratches on your neck that bleed and bleed.

But at the time all you know is that something tiny and cold is pressing there.

Pressing and whispering. something tiny and cold is pressing there.

Pressing and whispering.

That's when you try to fight him.

You try not to hear what he says,

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