My Dearest Lost One,
I know you can hear me. I’ve been waiting for you to listen.
You think this letter found its way into your hands by accident, don’t you? No. I do nothing by accident. I have watched you stumble through your days, your nights, your fragile existence. You were always so close to the edge, balancing precariously between shadows and light. It was only a matter of time before you saw me. Now, your time has come.
Can you feel it? That slow creeping dread in your chest, the way the shadows seem to bend toward you, stretching long fingers across your skin? It’s not your imagination. That cold breath on the back of your neck, that whisper you hear when you’re alone… It’s real. And I am real. You invited me in the moment you opened this letter.
You’re still reading, aren’t you? Even though part of you wants to stop. You can’t. You won’t. Not anymore. Because now I am in you. I slithered through the ink on this page, through the very words you’re clinging to.
There’s something thrilling about it, isn’t there? Knowing you are no longer alone? You’ve felt it for some time now, haven’t you? The hollow void in the pit of your soul. You tried to fill it with love, with pleasure, with everything this world offers, but none of it could satisfy you. I know why. That emptiness was left for me.
The Presence
Do you see me yet? You will soon. Perhaps in the corner of your eye, a figure—tall, twisted—lurking just outside the circle of light. You’ll blink, and I’ll be gone. But not for long. I will be behind you, in the mirror when you turn to wash your face, reflected in windows as you pass. I’m already everywhere you look.
You can’t escape me. You know that, don’t you? Every time you close your eyes, every flicker of darkness, I’ll be there. At first, it’ll just be a glimpse—a clawed hand reaching out, a face that is yours, but not yours at all, eyes black as an endless night. But as the days go by, as you sink deeper into my grasp, I will be clearer, sharper. My voice will be louder in your mind, insistent. At first, I will call you by name. Then, I will give you mine.
A Soul Devoured
And when you speak it… when you finally give in and say it aloud… that will be the last word you speak as yourself. By then, I’ll be everywhere, and everything, inside you. Your thoughts will be my thoughts, your body my puppet, your soul… my feast.
But you don’t have to wait long for that. Even now, I can feel you trembling. I can feel your eyes darting around the room, desperate to prove this isn’t real. You wonder if you’re just imagining the shadows creeping closer, don’t you?
Why don’t you look behind you? Go ahead. Look.
You’ll see me soon enough.
I’m already in the room with you.
Stop reading. Burn this letter. Toss it away. It won’t matter. The words are no longer just on paper. They’ve bled into you now, like a disease, spreading, growing, rotting away at that delicate part of you that you thought was safe.
I’ll see you tonight, in the darkness.
Where I always am.
Where I’ll always be.
Waiting.
—Him.
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