Post by daddy dearest on Sept 19, 2010 15:59:37 GMT -8
imagine seeing yourself die. imagine seeing faces in the mirrors, hearing voices in the halls. now, imagine that all of this is not a dream but your life. here in angrid, the infamous blot of a town smack dab in the middle of nowhere maine, something is happening. something that no one can control or even begin to understand.
though the authorities assure civilians that there is nothing to fear, what walks the night tells a different story. there is an evil here, one that waits for you to be alone, one that wants you to lose your mind and sight of everything that you love. an evil that wants you to die. paired with sleep plagued with visions of your own death and it comes down to a question of whether or not it's easier to just let go and give in to the insanity that picks at every waking moment. those filling the cells of hellingly asylum, the local institution, will attest to this, but most continue on with daily routines as though nothing is wrong.
pick your poison. because once you enter angrid, it will never leave you. the dead will tell you themselves, it is a lesson hard-learned. but honestly, brave souls don't be discouraged. as the authorities will repeatedly ask, what have you to fear?
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