the magic here puckers like a scar, knit back together but still aching.

on a desk pressed into the corner, pushed behind gardening supplies, lays a well-worn, dingy notebook.

"This notebook is a record of observations made regarding the abnormal concentration of energy located solely in this room.

xx/xx/xxxx


'Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all...'"