Fallen

                Do you believe in the things that go bump in the night? The things that stay in the shadows? The things that watch you when you can't see them? Do you believe in ghosts and monsters that roam around you without your knowing? Have you seen the creatures in the murky waters? Do you ever feel a chill run down your spine? I believe in these things. Why? Because even though you can't see them I can. I don't like them. I do not enjoy this gift. Others might find this as a blessing, but to me the gift is a curse. Seeing has become worse than not seeing and still knowing they are there. They watched me all my life. They tortured me all my life. They tortured you too, but you didn't know it was them. To you they are just myths. I am here to show you the truth. To bring you into the light of the subject...well more into the darkness of the subject. These things are more attracted to the dark and hopeless. They feed off our tears and evil thoughts. I have evil thoughts and that's what makes me more dangerous. They follow me not as if I lead them, but as if they are leading me to my horrible death. The sound of their voices makes me shutter and cry in fear. You will know when they are around you when you shiver as if you are cold, but only a warm breeze is in the air. I beg of you to never speak of what you are reading, ever, if you must share this do so by letting them read what I have written for you. If any words from this page are spoken the speaker will die. I have seen it happen more than once. I don't know why and I don't want to know why. The less one knows the safer they are. By reading this you have put yourself on a death row of sorts. You can never escape. You can try, but you will fail. From now on you will always fail. Success has left you as well as your happiness if you had any to start with. Everything you know is a lie. I should have put a warning on this before letting you get this far. I guess now the task to save others from your fate is in your hands. I am running out of time and light. My last warning is this: stay scared and never try to dominate over them. If you dare to sleep know by morning things won't be the same. They are watching you as you read this. Look around and you most likely will not see anything, but stare at the shadows for long enough one might show itself. I'm sorry if you have to see it. I see one with a million eyes sitting beside me as my pen scratches this paper. If you are a decedent of my blood you might be able to see them too. I apologize, maybe you would be better off dead. I don't blame you if you decide to end this horrible life. Most likely they will kill me before morning for writing this. Good bye and good luck if you still believe in that. 

Greatest apologies, Eleanor Vanderbilt 

Grandmother wrote this letter a long time before my father was even born. She knew about all the bad things that would happen and still she brought children into this horrible world. I am just another example of her carelessness. This handwritten letter was passed down to me as a way to explain the things I see and who I am. Sadly, no one expected for me to end up with the worst fate of all. The monster did not only show themselves to me, but they became me. They made me do horrible things and so the authorities decided to place me here in the asylum.

Most people here were to scared to ask why I was thrown into this crazy house. I want everyone to know about my problems. I want them to fear me. I want them to cower as I walk by them. Not only were the monsters in me, but I was one of them now. 

My teeth were sharp and pointed like those of a shark. My eyes were dark, black, and soulless. Before I changed into this beast I was told by many people that I was a beautiful little girl. Even when my body became modified to carry out the monsters tasks my beauty remained.  

I was seven years old when it all began. They entered my mind and made me do horrible things one night. When the monsters want something done they push me to the far corners on my brain and take over my body. They carry out their devious duties and allow me to take in the aftermath. The next morning when I woke up my clothes were covered in a strangers blood and a knife was in my hand. Later, after I tried to hide the evidence, I saw on the television the red head lines scrolled across a screen: THREE KILLED BY SERIAL KILLER ONE SURVIVOR. I shook with fear knowing I was responsible for these deaths. Two days after the first headlines were broadcast the story came back up. The single survivor was now conscious and willing to talk to the police and reporters.