"You are mine. You belong to me."
I feel myself becoming held ever stronger, the fingernails becoming driven into my flesh.
"No, I do not." I reply
"No, you are. Come with me. Come with me. You are mine. Come, follow me."
Mystery & Occult
Some things just cannot be explained.
Sins of the Father, Suffering of the Son
Note: This post discusses deeply personal matters, graphic description of death, alcohol abuse. Some readers may find this disturbing.
January 24th, 2008
I am sitting at my small desk, as always, on my barely-passable laptop playing Counter Strike 1.6 on a
Do you believe in ghosts?