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Part 2 The head is just like a sleeping person on a bed of compost. It is the head of a man. He looks clean shaven and literally looks as though he is merely sleeping.
I'm doing fine, doing fine. But still they find me, plague my mind. Their demon fingers trail a thought. Thoughts I thought I had forgot. In the shadow, the cusp of sight.
I was walking slowly. The moon was shinning in the dark of the night and a thousand stars were covering the sky.
I stood frozen, facing the mirror, too scared to open my eyes… I was balled up on the floor in a corner. I could feel them watching me.
Out of all Gods creatures large and small I thought rabbits were the best of all. I loved their tails, and ears, and teeth, But now I know there’s evil beneath.
The waves crash against the side of the house. A lone, solitary place. With just the sea for company. As I step out the car, the house takes my breath away, it is a commanding piece of architecture.
Don't break the glass. The creepy old lady at the front desk kept reiterating the same cryptic sentence as I asked about the room for rent.
I see your shadow spilling into the hallway, lit by sunlight fringed by the darkness your shadow casts.
Shadows surrounding me So much so that I can't see Dark places that bring nightmares I can't make a sound… I just stare. I walk faster. I've got to run. I want to see the light of the sun.
The town had been painted red. Marvelous red that seemed to glow and enhance the suspicion that grew every moment. Red that splattered over the brick walls in alleyways.
He walks past me, oblivious to my screams. I pound on the glass, calling out and hoping he'll hear me. He's the most recent tenant in the apartment.
#nightdwellers. The room is white,. Blank and clear,. No other soul in sight,. No other person near,. The pain still there. And multiple breaks,. My mind gone soul nowhere,.
#beginningline I was stood, frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes.
23/11/12 The more you think about him, the closer he gets. Your fear, your thoughts, they make him manifest.
22/11/12 I've started this blog as a last resort. In case the worst happens. So people will know why I've disappeared. I don't know what else to do except keep a record of everything that's happened.
Iris landed by the waters edge, Karishma looked up and made a low growl. Laurel screamed as she spotted Karishma. "Iris!" She yelled. Iris prowled towards Karishma.
How can you know my name. Beneath the rustle. Of blue twilight leaves. Beyond their trees. There is no ground. Beneath my feet. I've stayed on the path. I dream. And relax. It's my human life.
#beginningline A short loud whack cut through the silence and shattered it into a thousand tiny pieces.
Lately, weird things have been happening in the house. Well, I must say, it's not like as if it's new to me. It happened when I was eight. My sisters and I were... terrorised.
#colourchallenge He was the colour of septic green; A parasite that wouldn't go away. Feeding off the insecure mind, During the deepest darkest days.
It starts with A leap from static, vaguely an arm slivers between hard rock painted mystically orange above a deranged infinite abyss a spiraling downward the unknown reach for the surely bone...
He lay there, the giant cavity in his chest was sucking all the oxygen out of the air before he had a chance to breath it in to allow his body to function, he felt his lungs spasm as they clawed...
#ColourChallenge Ice blue where her eyes, to match the bitter cold of her soul. She was host to the bleakest winter, as the warmth from the sun he stole.
It came to rest in the corner of my room, concealing its face under the cover of a cool twilight.