He could not look at what had been left in its place. It was dark, but it was the dark of dreams where even without light you could always see the monsters. Louis in general. It was probably my imagination, but I didn't like the look on the man's face when he glanced up and spotted the camera.
He shoved his hand through the ghost thing above me, as if he couldn't see it. Then a shout. I wasn't sure he'd be okay, or fine, but I really did want them to go. It beat against his skin like a trapped thing.
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