Known Unknown

 

 I have always nursed reservations about bunk beds, I think it's a Kobayashi Maru situation. Think about it, if you are top bunk, you could roll off the bed to the floor, I remember quite well in Jss1, I have had countless experience of waking up on another bed entirely, and finding my bed 3 or 4 mattresses away, the saving grace I had, was based in the simple fact that the dormitory arrangement, put at least 3 bunks together, then a slight space in-between, before the next 2, 3, 4 or 5 bunks, depending on the space available. Back home then, my elder brother and I shared a king size, I still managed to find my leg or arm on his body, the merciless sibling would slap it off in a bid to adjust my sleeping position, but I'll be back with another limb five minutes after. My king size background made surviving or sleeping on bunk beds extremely difficult. I just had to roll, toss and turn, sometimes crawl a mile. If you've got bottom bunk, you have to deal with idiots, who cons...

Some nights ago, I fought an entity. As I lay cold on my bag, the hardened tiles scraping my bony edges like I had no skin, I found myself at 3, Laird Place. Adjacent to my mother's room, backing the door, and right in front of me stood a female figure swaddled in black and masked in the same. she had curves and an unmistakable feminine mien, with menace in her eyes, she charged at me like an assassin. At first, I doubted that I could stand her blows. She consistently came at me from different angles - much like the hardships of life. But every move she made, I countered. Every step she took, I anticipated. It was as though I knew what she would do before she did it. As if I could see everything coming before it did. Now, I fear my dreams of being a prophet in my former life might be true. For how else could one logically explain this deductive reasoning and foresight? I got a hold of her and started to hit her, repeatedly at every move & every turn, until I floored her. As s...