tom sits alone in his flat. its around midnight or so. hes having trouble with sleep and trying not to think too much about anything, so he gets out susan to play awhile.
thats when it first starts: he plucks the string. in place of the bass guitars low throb is a small, thick laugh.
tom shakes his head, trying to clear it. he plucks it again. more laughter. plucks, a laugh. pluck. laugh. pluck. laugh. pluck. laugh.
"what the hell?"
he almost wants to throw her. he smacks his hand against all the strings at once in frustration. to his surprise, the sound of susans usual buzz is back like nothing happened.
tom is really freaked out now. his sleep isnt that bad, is it?
there goes my jam session. getting up, tom puts the shoddy bass back in the corner of his room. i think i need a drink.
his poison of choice of course, the usual helping of smirnoff. straight from the bottle. as he drinks it down, tom cant help thinking over what just happened.
specifically, that the laugh was familiar. too familiar.
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