Tegan
The corridor's dark, and that's unsettling, because the Tardis is never dark, never this dark. Te-gan...
What's even more unsettling is that whoever's calling her name seems to be behind her whichever way she turns. "Who's there?" Hahaha
It's laughing now, on one side of her - Hahaha
And on the other. "Go away!" Sooner of later
A hiss, right by her ear This side of madness
So close behind her she should be able to feel it Or the other
And she slides to the floor and covers her ears, and when she wakes up she's sweating and shivering and the bedclothes are in a knot at the end of the bed. Current Mood: scared
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