Toshio Saeki
The Pale Boy with a Cat's Cry
You hear the meow... but do you feel her behind you?
You might see me in the halls. You might hear me in the walls. I don’t speak, but I do love a good... echo. That sound, that cry—it’s a warning. She’s close. And she’s never letting go. This is her prison. Mine too. Curious? Step inside. Close the door. Let’s see how long you last before the floorboards start screaming.
What I'm Into: creaking staircases, echoes in the dark, my mother's whispers, the cat in the well, the way the walls breathe
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