I’m 19 and. I wake up almost every night at 3:33 a.m. with the same dream: empty streets, smoke, laughter and screams that don’t belong together. I created this blog to record what I see when I close my eyes. I’m not looking for fame or answers. I just want to understand what’s been chasing me since childhood. If you dream too… maybe this place is for you.
“The Knock That Answers Itself”
Someone knocked three times at my door. I didn’t move. Then I heard three knocks from inside my room, perfectly in sync. The walls vibrated softly, and for a moment, I smelled the incense of that church again — sweet, thick, suffocating.
by Cristina Davenport
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