Dear Shadow,
It is not just my reflection chasing me now, ghosts looming from my past reach for me with dark opaque fingers. In fear all I do is run, however, no one can out run their shadows. They are always with us, haunting our every move. Yet one might find, that to stop running from the dark ghosts would be to find that the fingers always reaching for you, were to pull you into to an embrace, to feel the warmth of your body, the thump of your heart beat... But to feel that comfort comes with the risk of the warmth leaving your body, through a stream of crimson pouring from your chest where your now still heart once resided. It is the crossroads we all must face, whether to forever run from the shadows of our past until the hands of hell reach up and drag us into the depths of the Earth, or to face the chance encounter with our haunter. To risk the embrace of light freeing our burdens or the gentle kiss of death taking away our treasured life.
Love,
Madelynn
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The Insanity Records
HorrorThe diary of a mentally ill patient Madelynn is recovered and restored, revealing her struggle to distinguish reality from fantasy.
