Venatrix

You always wanted to be a horror writer didn’t you?

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Rendezvous with the Cult of Resurrection.

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Is the suffering in this house is bleeding through its walls?

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My eyes…my eyes are betraying me…I have to trust my inner sense more if I want to survive…

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The best days to live are still in the future.

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What is the point of a gun, if you can’t shoot in the monsters in your head?

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What and who on God’s earth were they?

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You wanted to defy metaphysics didn’t you, Matthew?

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Case of existence.

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Where am I, and is my mind stable?

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I will shape your glum and sorrowful daily lives…

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I have a terrible feeling. No one here seems to be sane.

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I have to find a way to subdue the voices in my head.

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Poor little Matthew…Can you hear me? Did you like my drawings?

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It speaks to me; it whispers into my ear…

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He who sleeps, eventually must dream...

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Mr. Kolth, are you really still carrying on with this charade?

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Statues of time that sit like philosophers.

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To live and to dream and hope and fear.

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But after what I’ve seen here in this house, I am not surprised at all.

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