Chosen For Death

The Monster:

I am the darkness that stalks you, the whisper you hear in the dead of night, the monster that hides beneath your bed.

You've always belonged to me.

You can run, but I live for the chase.

You can beg me to leave, but I know you crave the terror.

The Haunted:

I feel him-death-lurking at every corner. I'm trapped in his world.

I don't recognize myself anymore, with him always by my side, whispering, watching, waiting for me to fall into his shadows.

And I can't escape him. Not when I crave him.

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