Dark stories live within each of us, scraping, screeching trying to fight their way out of us. Our better nature keeps them trapped forever, knowing that it is not proper to go around setting your demons free on people. Everyday life is a painting of a beautiful scene that hangs up over a hole in the wall infested with spiders and freezing cold air. Life is not so nice. Monsters are real and truth is relative. I grew up trying to settle the fire burning within me, but it grew, it melted me and now I am ready to tell the stories, unleash the darkness and hope that the painting will simply be hung right back up afterwards. This is my heart of darkness. I know I'm not the only one. - Honey Willow
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The Monsters Inside
Misterio / SuspensoA very real twisted story told from two differing perspectives of truth. Highlights the thin line between family and enemy. Uncovers some dark secrets that have been hidden for over 20 years. Raises questions of who is right, who to believe, who to...
