The sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the streets of Rome.– Harriet Beecher Stowe
In the dark you hear movement-”a squeak, a hiding. The heart opens, closes, opens.– Arkaye Kierulf
I can’t make out what they’re saying; it sounds like: hiss, blah, she hiss, squeak. But the aunt appears to speak the native language.– Emma Chase