AN: He forced me awake. I didn’t have any dreams at
all when I fell asleep, which I now know was a sign that tonight is the night.
I no longer have control over myself; Dirk Rossman is controlling me somehow. I
will go back to his house, I will enter, and I will descend into the darkness
within. There I will find myself in that clearing, in the grasp of Dirk
Rossman, to be consumed.
In but a few short moments I will begin this journey
to death. I will struggle to free myself from his grasp at every turn, but I
know it will be in vain. I want to believe that my writing this will bring Dirk
Rossman to justice somehow, but I am writing this because he is forcing me to.
I know that it will only lead to more victims for him to feed, more bodies for
the pile. I would stop myself writing this if I could.
The time has come. I go now to my demise.
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