strangle games.


the boy woke up with a start. cold gauzy hands had wrapped around his neck. ‘wha…what are you doing?!?! HEY!!’ he yelped as the ghost let him go.

‘oh, i was just having a dream, i remembered doing this once before. during the war, no doubt’

‘my god!!! … i mean thats fine and all. but please, don’t act out your battle memories on me!’ the boy cried.

‘yeah… OK. okay’