Shadows chase me. Darkness pursues me. Everywhere I go, I feel it. I sense it. There is no escaping it. There is no fleeing it.
It will always find me, because of her, because she wants to kill me.
I angered her, and I didn’t know who she was at the time, that she was the witch of all witches, that she was the Queen of Shadows.
She is a Siren of Despair, a murderess, a temptress, a bitch that is blasphemous and obscene. From out of her, out of the deep cavernous abyss that is her womb, all that is evil, and foul is born.
She will find me. Even as I write this, I know she is close. She is near and is at hand. She is relentless. Every day I live and breathe is a curse, because she follows me and hates me.
The night draws closer. I hear nothing. There is only silence. Her silence is a sound louder than any cry or shriek in the dark moonlit sky. She demands blood, she demands retribution. And she will have it.
For she must have it. She wills it.
She’s coming closer. The silence engulfs me.
She is here.