The Beggining

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The dripping of water slowly but silently echo's across every inch of the house the creeks in the floorboards that make a melody much like what my mom used to whistle to me when I was a kid then yes a dark figure the phantom he has no name he has no true figure but darkness.
The light it is what saves me the lord grants us light to keep us from the terrors of the dark so the phantom can't be seen he is still there but not being able to see him is so cleansing I sleep with my light on my mother and father think I'm crazy and have threatened to put me in a asylum but I ran away I ran till I could never be found but yet the phantom still followed. I had lost it I couldn't take it anymore as I hung the rope to a hook that I screwed and bolted to a wall as I tie my rope into a nuse measuring it with my neck slipped inside making sure there will be no mishaps I hang the rope and secure it I place a chair a and I decide I want him to see it I want the phantom to see that I have beaten him when my cold dead body hangs stiff.
I turn off the lights and step on top of the chair while slipping my neck into the opening of the nuse I stare at the phantom he is looking at me with a cringing grin and it looks like he is grinding his teeth very aggressively almost as if he wants me to keep going I then scream out "You can't have me anymore" I kick the chair out in front of me directly at the phantom as I start gasping for air my life is slowly slipping away "goodbye cruel world"

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