Memories, happy or sad, are rising from my head, surrounding me in my dark room. Creatures coming out of them, frightening me of the picture of my own soul. Mirrors are the most scary objects to me nowadays. Whatever happened to me, has made me what I am right now. This life has made me possesed by the darkness. I just want to get out of it, but I can never leave!
I hear the bells right now. Dark, huge, horrible buildings they made as prayaries for God. But the only thing I could see was the ghost of a haunted prist comming out of the broken windows, screaming and trying to get out of this rotten immortality.
As I try to run away, t