I woke up one winter's morning, not too long ago - Celeste had gone away by that time, leaving me alone in this house, cold, bitter, and damaged - And so I woke up before dawn this one morning, shaking with chills and frightened: frightened because I heard the sound of whispering in the next room over: a room that had been empty - a room that was supposed to be empty. A voice was whispering my name.
"Cornelius..."
"Corneeeeeliuuuuusss...."
"Cornelius," it had said, but that was only my first name. Maybe whatever it was, whatever it wanted, maybe it had the wrong Cornelius.
"Corneeeeeeeeliuuuussss Groooootennnsss...."
Oh.
Shit.
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