@cantsettle ; starter call.
“I...” The word croaks from dry lips. She stares off into the television fuzz, gaze hollow. She hadn’t quite felt the same since she had talked with that demon from the Ouija board. Roxanne sluggishly reaches over and turns the knob on the archaic motel suite TV. The screen jumps to black. There’s a heavy silence filling the room as she simply stares at the reflection of herself sitting on the shag rug. “Sorry... Um, you were saying? How much money do I owe ya again...?”

















