guest bath

Nights could be long and cold in here...

 

It wasn't really lonely, though, with the ghoul that scratched on the window all night to keep you company...

 

Fazzer always tried to tell me it was just tree limbs from outside scraping on the glass from the wind, but I never believed him.

 

I could see the outline of the creature's thin finger bones through the glass bricks, as he clawed fitfully at the window, "scritch... scritch... scritch"....

 

Morbid and somewhat paranoid little guy, wasn't I...?

 

Done