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   It´s pretty late. I should get some shut eye.Not really tired but I guess, I never am. I should get my sleep on track and tomorrow gotta be up early morning,soooo,I guess bed it is. Pretty warm,not the most comfortable but it will do. Closing my eyes,now!Now...Ok,can´t sleep. Don´t think. Not thinking. I am still not thinking. I will stop thinking,now. Blank mind and I am not thinking,still,now!Suddenly,I hear the banging at the door. I guess,I did fall asleep. Confused and rattled,I open my eyes and the next thing I see,axe coming through the pieces of my door.    Confused,half asleep,terrified. I look at the corner of my room,where the door is,and these loud bashing noises are followed by the flying pieces of my door and the big axe inside it. He walks in. He broke through. Long blonde hair on the sides,half bald. This big menacing face with a sinister smile and the axe in his hand. I don´t know who he is but I know one thing,I don´t have anywhere to go. I s...

   Running through the tall grass. Wind is blowing through my hair.My long hair flowing in the wind. Knife in hand. I am ready. He will not touch me. No more!I will not be another one,I will not be next. I refuse. I run. I don’t stop,I don’t look. I push my legs to run as fast as I can. I hear him behind me,he is getting closer. I am sweating.Heart leaping out of my chest. Hard to breathe,hard to run,need to stop but can’t. He is closer,and closer and closer until he is right behind me. I am dead. Down. Knocked out. Alive? He raises his hand,the blade shines moonlight on me. Silver.It is over. It is done. With a single strike,the blood splattered in front of him. The job is done. Another successful night. It was a close one but nobody gets away from him. The night continues. The hunt goes on.    Another night. Tall grass. Sweat,tears,blood. The straw hat moves in the moonlight. Now,falling off the head of the yet another victim of the hunt,down to the cold ear...

   A place where time stands still. I’m here again,this bittersweet rose garden of mine.A common fixture of my every day life. My escape and my prison.Lying in these roses of mine,embraced by their beauty and love. It hurts.It hurts so good. Thorns slowly piercing my thin pale skin. Scarlet droplets of blood make their way down my body,it hurts but hurts so good. Aren’t roses beautiful,so romantic?So why do you hurt me so?I always ask but in the end it doesn’t matter when it hurts so good,doesn’t it?    Another day, and fire spreads throughout my garden,once more. Flames swallow all in their path. My roses are slowly dying,the garden is blaze. Beautiful.Glorious flame!I hear them scream but they look so beautiful embraced in the warm flame.All around me is aflame,fire. All around me is dying and burning,so why do I watch and feel warm. It feels oh so good.    As I turn my back to the fires raging,I make my way to the favourite spot of mine, the tab...

   Is it the night that you´re scared of or the monster that lurks within it.   Are you scared of the dark and the unknown, or the light of the moon and the darkness of humanity, it shines upon. The dirty deed,the hunt and the killing it reveals,ignites and shines upon. Is it the knock on the door or a thump in the night. Are you scared of that noise or who is making it? Almost always, there is nothing there,a figment of your imagination. However, isn´t the fear of the unknown one of the greatest. The fear of that what could be,the fear of it being real this time and what happens next.    As the moon makes way for the sun´s morning light,what if,just if,one of these days, the sun doesn’t come. What if the monsters do come to life and they are all too real,all too close and join the ranks of those who lurk already. What if the moon is the new guide you follow,and the glow it gives is all you have,the one you cannot pick or choose.The glow with much darker ...

   Every night would be the same,and it was getting worse. At first,I would get ready for bed as usual,get comfortable and close my eyes. Before too long I was fast asleep and dreaming away. Then it started.I don’t remember when exactly but I do remember the first night. I dreamt of being in the park,sitting on the bench,autumn. I am reading the newspaper,sipping on the coffee. Dogs,children around. So nice,so peaceful and then it began. Out of nowhere,this big dark mass started to destroy everything. It appeared as a dark dot in the distance and as it was getting closer to me,it was getting bigger and bigger. It was swallowing everything in it’s way,leaving nothing behind. It was growing and getting closer. It was not like the dogs and the children were flying in it’s mouth. The dream was just being ripped apart,just ripped into nothing.Gone. this thing was getting closer to me and once it was real close,massive darkness,loud howl..I woke up,screaming,in sweat. It was a ...