Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26367717-20150504124654


 * 1) It's there again. It always is, just- staring. I don't know what or who it is, but it's never left. A constant presence of blackness in this white room, all the way back to when I was but a young child. I don't remember much from my early childhood, just screams, and, crimson. Bright red everywhere. After I hit the age of 6, it started to appear. Initially, I was scared, but being young that was to be expected, now, its almost become a friend, a companion in this dreary existence. It never speaks, never moves, hell- it doesn't even appear to breathe, yet it's stare is constant, never breaking, never wavering. I often burst into random fits of laughter merely because of its statue like Ubiquity when the lights go out. That's when the masked people come to help me nap Mommy, and then the screams start again, along with the hours of sanguinary horror.
 * 2) And even then, it's there. It's still there Mommy, do you think it'll ever leave? 