Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Maybe I should have stayed in that other room, the one with the huge spider-thingy that was emerging from behind the tall clock. In this room there’s some gloopy something-or-other running down the wall from a crack near to the ceiling, into the skirting board. Just there… nowhere else. And it seems incredibly sticky…
Day Eleven. October 11. #Inktober.
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