*sigh* How exactly did I end up like this again? All I ever wanted was a successful life as a surgeon and indulging myself with my beloved anime...So please tell me...WHY WAS I REINCARNATED AND WHY AM I CONSIDERED A RARITY?! Bishies belong IN the anime world NOT with me!!!! *ahem* I apologize. That was not very mature of me. However, dear sweet kamisama of all anime, why oh why did you reincarnate me? This is my first story and it is original so please give me lots of support and tell me how it is! And no, I am not Japanese so if the terms in there are slightly off gomene~^^ Disclaimer: Any images used here are not my own and belong to their respective owners.

{⚠DISCONTINUED⚠} What happens when you get lost on your way to your new flat in London? Especially when a familiar face decides to help you on your journey there. Don't forget the question of what you will do when you find out that he lives right across the hall from your flat! ----------------------------- Sorry to all of those people that I have inconvenienced with this story, it is now DISCONTINUED.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

Enter the house of horrors.

Just some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.

A young man living opposite a laundrette (or laundromat) sees a beautiful young woman undressing and getting inside one of the washing machines...

My name is Parker Freeman, and I am a writer. Not just any writer, mind you, but one that possesses a special gift. It is a curse, as well a blessing. I can see inner most thoughts of the wickedly vile, notorious, evil minds walking the face of this earthly plane of existence. I witness their dark, dastardly, wicked deeds behind closed eyelids; much as if you were to watch an evening's play at the park. Alas, these plays never have a happy ending. Their conclusions render only pain; offer only heartache to the one's unfortunate enough to get a glimpse of them.

October 31st wasn't always referred to as "Halloween". In old English it was known as All-Hallows Eve, the night before All-Saints Day, the night when demons, witches, and warlocks could roam the earth along with man. These are their stories.