Edmundo was on his way

At that moment an old man appeared to him

“Help me, I am Johnson!” he said and continued

“There are bones under this soil! There is an empty grave in this cemetery

This bone should be put in the grave! ”

Edmundo agreed and obeyed the old man!

On a dark night, the old man and Edmundo buried the bones

Then the old man disappeared

Edmundo was amazed and looked at the picture of a man in the grave

There was an old man in the picture

And these words were written: Johnson was die...

When are you coming?

I’ve been waiting

so long.

Remember your promise?

You said you’d find me.

No matter what.

You said death would never part us.

But you haven’t come back and it’s

cold.

So cold and the light's dimming.

Where did you go?

I’m running out of blood and I’m trapped

in the dark

with that scurrying thing.

The Thing that snapped your neck like a twig.

You’re still a dark shape slumped on the floor but

you’re not here anymore.

Please come back for me.

You promised you would.

I don't want to die alone.

I was looking up to the ceiling. Where am I?

I see a doctor. I want to scream, saying that I am awake, but I can't. They will start the surgery, and my silent screams can't stop them!

I wake up sweating and so confused, but there is no bed. There is an ugly smile, and a voice saying: "You woke up finally. We will have a good time."

There is a castle on a cloud

My eyes are awake when it is seen

So many rooms for me to sweep

There in a castle on a cloud

There is lady all in black

She holds me and weeps “Will you back?”

She’s a pain to see and she’s sharp to touch

She says, Dear one, I need you for my lunch

I know a place where no one lives

I know a place where no one breathes

Laughing at all is not allowed

Not in my castle on a cloud

Morning is lovely for most, but for me it only brings terror. The faces- oh dear- the faces. They line the halls in a terrorizing row of dusty solemnity. One man's face I study; his skin sags revealing the pink under his eyes as if his face was half melted. His hair is a particularly repulsive shade of green. I turn away and continue along. Their eyes caress my back like an eerily forlorn lover watching her husband being lower into an early grave, arsenic sitting heavy in his dead belly.

I knew I shouldn't have put them in jars.

My mother had the most beautiful grey hair. Believe it or not it was completely natural but, she always hated it, said it made her look "old" and "worn". At least she used too, until she lost it all in that hospital bed. Hearing her cry was too heartbreaking, so now i bring her wigs. Only the highest of quality of course! Handmade with real human hair since the manufactured stuff's a bit to pricey. I try my best but, i should really learn the proper way to remove the scalp part and blood-stains from it like the manufacturers do...