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Why is it that everytime I have these bad dreams she's there. Why is it that every single time, I feel like I'm trapped in a hell-hole and there's no way out.
The moon looms above me, A blinding and lonely guide, The only thing I can see In this forsaken, wretched world. This place no one has ever been before.
I am in my room minding my own business. Probably playing computer games or looking at YouTube videos online, an activity that has quickly become a daily routine.
The slow black shadow. Swallowing my feet. Stalking me. A depressing black. A friend till the end. Or a dark presence. Neither I will ever know. But she leaves me at dark. Leaves to who knows where.
Night times drawing closer. The fear is now returning. Like an unwanted chauffeur. Driving all your yearnings. He's round every turning. Your best to watch your back.
I linger among the eerie woods. Searching for my soul. No sight, no light, a black sun. Hotter then hot coal. A dark shadow among the trees. It begs to me. "come to me please.". And I run to it again.
I laughed at him, laughed when he said he was going to do it. That he was finally going to end it, and all I did was laugh. It was funny, hilarious really, he wouldn't do it and I knew it.
For years, a mysterious fortune-telling game has been very popular with teenage girls in Japan. They call it “Future Husband” or “Futute Spouse”.
"Ready!" His heartbeat like the artillery boom, reminding him why he had fled. He had run away from the trenches, he had run for he feared being dead.
With the crackle and flash of electricity in his sleeping thought, Paul wakes up again.
Panic sets in Blood rushes Head spinning Walls in close Ceiling drops down Dig a hole in the ground Panic room Tunnel vision Pounding heart Lift won't start Trapped indecision 360 degree Mirrored...
Hey there. It's me again. Miss me. No. Well, I've certainly missed you. Haven't changed a bit. Have you. Still as twisted and disturbed as you was before. Fucked.
They feast on weak minds, lurking in the shadows, waiting to overthrow them. They emerge from the darkness and infest the brain, poisoning it with black thoughts.
Do you ever notice that you're accidentally following someone as you walk home in the half-light haze of the evening sky. Do you ever continue to follow them, just to see where they go.
'Ro...'Ro?" echoed the familiar voice - a velvety voice laced with honey that broke through the thick black haze, ripping the lycan from the world he fell into every time he closed his...
Please God, help me. The icy water is closing in around me, pouring into my mouth, dragging me underwater. I'm gasping for air, my arms flailing wildly, struggling against the current.
Warning. Slightly creepy. But hey, I was listening to some pretty creepy songs - Enjoy I suppose. There. Here. It's everywhere. Can't you hear. It's calling. Calling us both. I shouldn't listen.
Scream for me, I like that.
May 3 2012 I bet you thought I'd forgotten to write. Not at all, been in seclusion. Something I do now and again to amuse myself. Believe it or not it gets pretty boring in this place ...
His eyes do glimmer with those evil glints, Bow to the wrath of the underworld prince. You have no control over your mind in his presence, His aura fills the room with its detestable incense.
With two children going missing in the small village of Steeple Dale in the past year the villagers were very wary of any faces they didn't recognize in their town.
He gorged himself on her beauty, until he could not consume any more. The taste of her was soothing, the taste of her was raw. He drank in her perfection, and savoured each sip of her wine.
It prowls inside of him, Lurking in the darkest places And hunting his heart. Rakes through his stomach And claws up his throat When he thinks he's okay.
There they were. All the people I had come to love over the years lined into a single file just waiting for their death.