‘No, seriously, I get it, man,’ Jason replied, passing the napkin back to me. ‘If I walked into a room and a giant mutant was waiting for me, it’d scare the shit out of me too. But you know what caused you to see this. It’s like the coachman and that waterfall you saw, it’s a condition that you know you have and it’s one that you know how to deal with, OK?’
‘I know, I know,’ I replied. ‘Thanks, man, you’re right.’
I did feel better too, so I smiled at him, took a big bite of my pizza and changed the subject, asking him about his psycho ex, a conversation he was all too happy to dive in to.
The next time I saw the Tall Woman, just under a week later, I was brushing my teeth.
I was stood at the washbasin, brushing away, when I spotted a figure in the mirror. She was out in the dark hallway, peeking around the door behind me. That same sinister grin I’d seen before stretched her narrow face into a distorted grimace, the dirty bowler hat pushed down over her eyes once again.
Each of those three long spidery hands gripped the door frame.
As crazy as this sounds, it felt like she was trying to avoid being spotted.
I cried out, spitting toothpaste foam all over the mirror, my toothbrush clattering into the basin.
I spun around, my heart thumping in my chest, my breathing ragged in my throat.
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