When Barbara’s daughter died, she thought her world had ended; until she noticed something just a little strange with the antique porcelain doll she owned. Insanity or paranormal activity? What’s real and what isn’t?
I do not know how it feels to be hungry, to not know where that little amount of money will trickle in from next. I know not how it is to live without the assurance of a roof over my head, a barrier to keep me warm on a cold night. What will I be willing to give up in the name of survival.
There are dark nights. But what if that darkness creeps into the day? Even better, or maybe worse, what if it seeps into your mind? Ever done anything which doesn’t make sense later? Ever wanted to be the guy on the train?
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
And I’m feeling good?