Two weeks ago we had to work in our back yard at the evening, in dark, high wind and hail. It was kinda hard, and there were moments when I was left alone. You know, there's a lake not far from our back yard. It was a foggy, slimy evening. As I stood there, alone, I felt strange. A mix of a bit of fear and thrill. You know, when you feel, you're the victim, the wild creature (maybe a wolf-man, or whatever scary and big) is haunting for you, no escape, no help, and you scream in vain. Really, I had this mood. And I enjoyed it.
The Wolf Man (George Waggner, 1941)
1 comment(s):
Anna Maria, You are strange, but that is what makes me love your blog. You are a truly great person,
xo
Hannah
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