I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it. A most melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in—let me in!’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked. ‘Catherine Linton,’ it replied, shiveringly ‘I’m come home!’ As it spoke, I discerned a child’s face looking through the win-no it's some fucking bins jesus christ.
add a skeleton here at some point
5 months ago