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The Haunted
Crippledpope
The first thing that hits you, is the dark. The never-ending darkness laid out before you. They say it drives men crazy, but the dark isen't even half of it. The screams, oh yes, the screams. The screams of tortured souls all gathered in one place, trapped between life and death, forever in the dark, waiting.. Waiting for what? Who knows. They talk to me somtimes, or rather, they whisper.. In the darkness, they call to me, try to claw at my skin. I can feel them knawing at my soul, I know I won't last long. Blood.. Blood. That's what they call for.. '' We are Everything and Nothing, we are the ones, The children of eternity '' Those damned words, they repeat and repeat, inside my head? Im not sure. I didn't realise it was so long. The tunnels, they seem never ending.. a maze of madness . They call me the '' walker '' The one to live forever and not live atall. The one to love, and never love. A wanderer, a stranger, to all that i meet. The spirits, they call to me, one by one... and one by one I fight them off. These walls.. These walls.. The darkness is blinding yet it has made me see better than ever before . And the silence, the silence tears at your mind.. I once was a man, a mortal like others ... A family, friends, I had it all.. Before that night. '' That night '' was the day I lost it all.. My home burned.. my people massacred.. Well, some where lucky, and were able to survive for a little while.. My family did not have that fortune. My wife was first, Torn apart by some sort of machine, it tore her limb from limb.. I just watched on in agony. And in that one moment.. When i looked into her eyes for the last time.. It seemed like the whole world was looking back at me ... thank ye' I heard from behind me, and with it a clapping noise . I turned to see a robed man.. Laughing at the remnants of my wife. The man stopped and stared at me.. And in his eyes, I saw the world I knew and loved.. Drowned by darkness . He tilted his head slightly, not taking his eyes from mine.. '' Yes, you'll do. '' and then, darkness. I was scared at first when I heard the voices.. But I grew to accept them as one accepts all changes in life. Occasionally, a voice echos from down the walls.. It calls to me, and I search for it.. Perhaps, there's someone else here, someone.. alive. 8 pages now .. of this damned book, Found it on some corpse, seems to write itself.. sort of a.. mind-reader? doesn't write everything I think though, only things worth jotting down. Strange. The voice is becoming stronger now, and now I question what it is I hear. It appears to be Music.. But I would not belive that in such a place as this you wan't to read my book? Well, here's a book if you get bored * weilds book