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hellsbountyhunter) wrote2007-02-18 10:27 am
hellsbountyhunter) wrote2007-02-18 10:27 am
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<i>At night, in the presence of evil, the rider takes over</i>
There was never a night at the carnival.
Just a fake sort of morning made cheesy. Light never ended. Even as a child, Johnny could remember there being something going on at all hours. Lights and sounds and noises. He'd never been afraid of the dark, because the dark was never <i>dark</i>.
Then he came. In the night. The lights of the carnival dying as he passed like childhood.
Night means something different now.
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"-No please-" Night dimmed the cellblock, "-You can't put me in there with them, you can't, you <i>can't</i>."
There was never a night at the carnival.
Just a fake sort of morning made cheesy. Light never ended. Even as a child, Johnny could remember there being something going on at all hours. Lights and sounds and noises. He'd never been afraid of the dark, because the dark was never <i>dark</i>.
Then he came. In the night. The lights of the carnival dying as he passed like childhood.
Night means something different now.
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"-No please-" Night dimmed the cellblock, "-You can't put me in there with them, you can't, you <i>can't</i>."