Colours: Is it normal for your nose to run this much? Is it training for a marathon
4.12
Robbie, It’s there-- He’s there… He watches me as I go about my usual gardening.
He stands there, under the cherry blossoms.
He stands there and watches me, filling my head with an endless high-pitched ringing every time the winds blow (which is a lot).
Every single time: these thoughts I had not had, these words I had not seen, these images…
Touching me intimately with his ghastly appendages.
Breathing static-like near my ear, down to my breast, and ending near my secret garden.
The winds blow harder, when the vibrant words wave in:
YOU ARE MINE TO TAKE
MINE TO HAVE
MINE AND ONLY MINE TO WORSHIP AND BE WORSHIPED BY.
ONLY I AM TO LET YOU COME UNDONE
SOMEDAY
SOMEDAY SOON, YOU SHALL BE COMPLETELY MINE.
Robbie…, I’m not sure how I feel about this… The shadow both terrifies me, yet intrigues me.
There something tingling and gnawing at me, something dark, something…
Colours: I'm working on the next part it's really long
YOU ARE READING
Dear Robbie,
HorrorI've started this diary. No, journal. Yes. To recount the strange occurrences in the manor. To log everything I can to the best of my ability. The thing is I swear I'm going crazy, but it all feels too real, intensely real. Everything is not what it...
