It's been one of the hardest stories I've tried to write. Nothing in it feels good. There is no comedic relief. It is a raw horror with a near death experience, as well as an unnerving undertone of the reader - and even me - not being entirely sure of what's happening.
I want to know this entity and who he really is. He's far too interesting to try to block out or ignore.
This is how I finally realized the power it had, and it had always been there. This sadistic alter, born of the darkest parts of me, was the reason for the cruel musings I'd be inundated with upon waking from sleep.
It always fascinates me, even on my darkest days, to see just what our brains can do. The places they can take us. The things they can make us see.
I think it's time to delve deeper again. And I need to. I need it again to help me heal.
Our minds are all we have when it's silent, and within them are doorways to places many could not bear to traverse. We are the warriors of these otherworlds.
Relaxing is as simple as closing my eyes and erasing reality. A soothing ripple descends around me and I feel my spirit guides' energy seeping through my skin.
He was never meant to become a spirit guide for the living, let alone interact with them, but I grew to love him.
Horror, real-life macabre, urban legends, and decaying buildings. This is a sampling of my internet history as a teenager.
My near-death experience opened some sort of gateway in my mind to explore strange things not many others do.