My bedroom is in the basement, which is less than ideal. I'm not really superstitious, but there's something really freaky about basements.
I have this framed picture of a friend hanging from a nail above my bed. I'd gone down to the basement, to the partitioned back part of it where I slept, and tried going to sleep. This was maybe a year ago but I remembered it clearly. My friend, the one whose picture hung above me, had just passed away.
I hadn't really known how to react or feel. She had been all I had but we also had a questionable relationship. Anyways, that night was the first time I cried.
When I did, the picture fell off the hook and onto the bed beside me.
That thing had been hanging there for, God I can't even remember how long. Nothing had shaken the wall or disturbed it, but there the picture suddenly lay beside me, my friend's eyes starting back at me.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Maybe not.
Either way, there was something in her eyes that seemed to say, in that sarcastic way of hers with a little smirk.
Think you can get rid of me that easy?
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