This morning I was woke up first by the pitter patter of rain on the room and then a brief jolt of panic trying to remember if I had anything outside that would get ruined. After briefly reassuring myself that I had nothing of value that had been left out, I went back to sleep only to be woke up ten minutes later by a crying dog. No other dog in the neighborhood was barking so I wasn't sure why it was that Earl was crying until I got up to make my coffee and saw him cowering in the bathroom afraid to leave and traverse the hallway. Then I realized, he's scared of the hallway- again. This latest bout of hallwayphobia lasted about 15 minutes and ended when Earl turned around and just walked down the hallway like it had never threatened his life in the first place.
He's such a weirdo.
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Maybe there's a ghost that only he can see and it freaks him out... maybe he's been given a bad batch of pot with some LSD in it...
maybe he can't remember why he's scared of the hallway, but he just is...
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