Friday, February 5, 2010

Terror - The Emptiness of I part one

It's Her again. She's back. There's no escape. It seems to be my doom to be daunted mercilessly by Her. The one path of escape I thought would work, She foiled. Now, She's taken everything dangerous. She's suicide-proofed my life. She's taken everything potentially harmful, and is using it to harm me. She's torturing me. Putting me through excruciating pain, whilst keeping me alive. She does it during my sleep, turning my one refuge into a place of pain and nightmares. I never see Her, but She speaks to me. No one else hears her. She tortures me mentally during the day, and physically at night. There's no rest. No escape. No escape from Her eternal hell. Her voice is starting again. I can't get anything done when She's talking.
Here we go again. . .

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Cupboards

You know it's there. In those cupboards. Even though it's quiet, you know. You can just tell that something's there, waiting. Perhaps it's waiting for you to open the door. Perhaps, it's just waiting for the opportune moment. Maybe it's both. If you don't open the door, it might leave the cupboard when you're not looking. It'll change hiding places. The cupboard, the basement, your wardrobe, under your bed, around the corner. . .
Eventually, it will get you. And when it does. . . Let's just say it's not quick, and it's far from painless.
It enjoys killing.
Especially once you know it's there.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Sleeping?

You wake up in the middle of the night. This is unusual. Something must have happened to wake you up. You fling your arm across the bed, to comfort yourself in the presence of the person you're with. They comfort you, but can be a prick sometimes. They are fast asleep. You don't turn around; you don't want to wake them up.
Then, you hear someone in the toilet. Weird, you and your partner are the only people in the house. You notice the window being open. It was closed when you went to sleep. But no matter, it's a second story window. Nothing can get in.
Then, you hear the sound of your partner coughing in the hall.
You turn around.