Holy Hallucinations & Devil's Games

Holy Hallucinations & Devil's Games

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Many people view Hell as a fiery, brimstone type of place. You know just the stuff you say when you want to scare your children into being polite. But the real Hell is amoung us on earth. There's a special place there for each and every one of us. Each specialized for the pitiful human that lurks in their own shadows. But for some Hell is this there because something they have done. No, hell is all they have ever known. Each day the agonized souls question their humanity; asking themselves why? Why , am I the one dragging my poor excuse of an existence to live. But one cannot help it for the demons awaken inside of us driving us to insanity. A place where unconsciousness is an escape for many. For some, it's a bewitching hour that haunts, torments thoughts and chills them to the bone. For the eight lonely children, Hell inhabits their home; as they become overwhelmed by the seven deadliest of sins. Not everyone is whom they appear to be, especially the Lady of the House.
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THEM!

Many called him a freak! Some said he was depressed, while others barely noticed him, no one really cared to know the secret behind the pale skin and cat-like gray eyes. He never really spoke to anyone, he bore the scars and hatred in his heart and with a heavy heart he survived each day, waiting for the very time they'll kill him. He knew THEM too well, how their claws sank in his soul and held it captive. He waited patiently for death as they had promised and took the abuse from his persecutors with great joy. Christy was far from been interested in boys, she was too busy trying to fix her social status and solve her grief cause by the sudden death of her beloved father, and the pressure her mother was putting on her to accept Christianity. She never thought she would be so obsessed and addicted to him, till the day she had his bag in her possession, she saw his little notes and understood how tormented he was, she saw in him what no one saw, a soul calling out for help. But she is far from understanding the really problem and how mighty they were. Will she ever found out the really meaning of THEM? Would she safe him from their claws? Will their be any sparks between them? Read to found out.

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