Entry 387: She Who Writes In The Hollow

In the hollow where she lay

She quietly writes all day

Every person she brings to life

Are actually stolen from their reality

…Fated to die…

The more she writes the more people will die

Perhaps you can change her mind?

Many have found her

Many have tried

Most of them turned into monstrosities

…Or…

Their body parts are left hanging in the wild…

Once their souls have been claimed

They reenact the stories written about them

The Hollow is a place where stories are told

Nestled in one of Black Winters many worlds…

So if by chance you awake in a wooded place

Confused as to how you got there

You may want to consider she is writing your fate

Stealing your soul,

Making you a part of one of her many tales…

-She Who Writes In The Hollow-

 

 

 

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Entry 386: These Halls Of Suffering

In this place, there is only death

A world of suffering

Violent ends

In this place, blood runs from the walls

Those who enter lost to all

In this place sits a souls dying breath

Replayed in the deaths of all who come after it

A room with a ceiling that comes down

The sounds of bones slowly cracking,

Screams unending,

These souls will never be found!

In this place, you’ll cry for God

Torment will be all you have

In this place, Death is no escape

You’ll relive your death again & again

Guaranteed only an eternity of pain!

In this place, you’ll cry for hope

Many will do so as they slowly choke

For no soul who enters this house of pain

Will ever leave again

In this place there sits a woman who cries

Those who hear her weeping

Will silently die

All air leaving their once healthy lungs

Suffocation so slow

It is all they will ever know

In this place

There sits a hall of laughter which never ends

In this place people will ask an end

The demented cackling goes on & on

Eventually, all who hear it do themselves in…

In this place lay a secret most profound

None will share it though

In this place lay so many ways to an end

Such is the way

…In…

-These Halls Of Suffering-

Entry 385: The Hammer Beckons…

Slam is the sound

As I pound the ground

Your head a peg

My hammer meeting your crown

The rain pours

Your screams ignored

The sound of the thing

Can be heard craving more

The bloodshed

It is fed

I go to the shed

To begin steps for the next…

Down in a dark place

Where reaches only the sounds of each death

Waits another head

Another body attached to it

Writhing in pain

Begging for mercy

No help will ever be made

Another soul

For which there will be no hope

Only the eventual end…

The body buried in place

The hammer coming down upon the crown

The bloodshed in the rain

It is sated once again

I try to step away

A voice echoes from its bloody face

-The Hammer Beckons-

 

Entry 384: The Voice At The End

I can hear their footsteps

As the rain pours outside

I stand alone in a telephone booth

Shadows surround me,

In them, I feel eyes…

The phone rings

I pick up

On the other line

Is a mysterious voice,

Telling me I’ll soon die…

I feel terror

As the voices cry

I’m so alone

I’m not sure anyone else is alive…

There’s a loud rasping

The rain pours harder now

I’m terrified for my life!

I see a flower

Slowly wilt & die

What little light is left

Begins to fade

In the darkness, I beg

I cry for my life

In the pouring rain

I feel terrified!

I ask for another chance at life!

With a cold echo

I hear the voice on the other line

It says

You are the last to die

Alone in the darkness

The final soul in a world

Destined for demise

I bang on the phone

I scream! I CRY!

I hear them slowly getting closer

I try to lock myself inside…

Soon the lights go out

There is a silence as the line goes dead

I hear them & I know

…I’m about to die…

-The Voice At The End-

 

Entry 383: The Church On MayBar Lane

There sits a church

On MayBar Lane

Which holds an evil to this day

It smiles when you aren’t looking

It feels all safe & warm

It assures you of this with your religion

Hiding its true form…

In this place sits a council of many souls

People worshipping a God,

They don’t see the places true intent

They don’t hear the screams of their young

That those who promised to help in faith

Are secretly Devils,

Grinning at these souls mistakes!

So it is

Year after year

They are conditioned in this way

So it is victims are abused

Never to tell the truths of the place…

There sits a church on MayBar Lane

In it sits an evil

That smiles at the devoted’s face

Blind are the ones who worship here

In some way all are victims

In time…

…They all disappear…

Sacrificing their souls to the Church

Complicit in their oblivious ways

Eventually,

A pact is made…

To assure silence

To assure ascension to God!

Secrets of the past will forever be buried

…In the grave…

-The Church On MayBar Lane-

Entry 382: The Walls Tell All

Every night I awake

Making the same conversation

It always ends the same

The walls see all there is

Weaving tales about their ends…

They tell me of Dan

Who once owned this place

They tell me of his financial failures

How he ended everything

They speak of Mary

Full of sin

The religious didn’t approve of all her fornication

They spoke of how they burned her alive

Telling her to repent of her sins

Then ending her life

Johnathan was an artist

Who never quite got his break

Until the day he died anyways

Lenny was a gambling man

His debts eventually caught up with him

They laughed as they said

Lenny “drowned” in his debts in the end…

These stories are quite nice

I sleep to them

Each and every night

There are more…

All of them grim

The walls even speak of someone buried in them

These stories keep me warm

Helping me sleep peacefully

Again & again…

-The Walls Tell All-

Entry 381: Dear Daughter

*Gasps*

My…mind…

My…heart…

M-

*Chokes*

M-

*Coughs*

My…sou…l…

I see the memories

I have no control

I turn & run

Something lurks inside

How do you escape the walls?

The prison which resides in your own mind?

My daughter is all I have

She is all I want

As her Mother

I will NOT…give her up…

The walls of skin…

The halls of death

I’ll walk through them,

Standing on the precipice of my own end

I can hear Deaths calling…

Dear daughter,

I love you with all my soul

Please keep running

Don’t lose yourself…

…Don’t lose control…

This place is dark

The blood runs thick

The memories are there…

The ones I can never forget…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I sit on my knees

Everything in my body

Wants to give up on itself

As I point the gun into the abyss

The darkened halls call out…

I pull the trigger into the darkness that lives

I see only Death & madness within…

…Hope is almost non existent…

Dear Daughter,

I pull the trigger again

I hear a chiming

The floor slowly consumes me…

I hear them…

I hear it

I know soon

Shall come the end…

Her face looks like glass

She has no eyes

She hears all

She feeds upon life…

*Vomits Blood*

Just before I let this place take my soul

I want you to know

I will find you my sweet daughter

I will hold you once again,

As I put the gun to my head

Please know…

There is still hope for you

Please…

…Keep running…

BANG!

-Dear Daughter-

 

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