I’m laying in bed, trying to sleep - a process that is deeply complicated by the fact that my sinus infection has relapsed with a Ju-On-type vengeance. And instead of pastoral imagery or the like, I find myself thinking about the Time Life “Mysterious of the Unknown” books my dad had when I was younger — specifically the story about the ghost kid who shows up at the beds of people who are going to die. Granted, it’s at a specific location…but still…creeping me out all the same.
Posted on Sunday, 9 May 2010
