Story by Aimer A bump in the night,It’s nothing, right?Wind at the window,Gusts at the door.Shadows in the bedroom,Were they there before? An old farm house,Creaking wood floors.A musty bedIn an unused room.A storm, mad rain,Go to sleep, again. A crucifix on the wall,Across from the bed.A voice in the dark,A whisper in his head.Have…

via Saved — Little Fears

Published by nelsongon

I love media and communication, as well as digital technology. I write and speak fluently in Spanish and English. I was born in New York, but was sent to Puerto Rico at an early age, where I lived until drafted by the U.S. army. Upon returning from an honorable discharge, I found Puerto Rico small and limited at the time. I moved to Boston where I pursued musical studies and later worked as a musician, teacher, and speech-pathologist in New York. I am currently still interested in world politics, social justice, and income inequality. Health and wellness are essential to survive and thrive. I am working on patience and skills necessary to keep learning.

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