To Know the Devil

I know the devil,

I see him dancing under my shadow, following me into wicked dreams, those realms we choose to forget, he stalks me day into night, hidden within the receding twilight. I view myself as none too special however, despite my visions of darkness. Reason to this as how, long as one were to will it, we all know the devil such as I, for in accuracy, we are the devil. Those guilts we keep deep within our hearts, the imperfections of ourselves. Yes, that is the devil not yet exorcised from our flesh and spirit, and come seldom time, it will consume its host and reveal those guilts to the world.
My name is Eleanor Rhods, I live alone, rarely go outside and am a figure of terror to all. As one could effortlessly tell from such traits, I am what one might call an outcast, though not for reasons so petty as one might expect, such as widowship. If I do not shun myself for grief of a demised marriage, then why do I act so peculiar one would ask; I hide myself away in due for a shadow of madness which has haunted my family from earliest years.