What's life coming to when you hope you're insane? I never knew a person could wish to be deranged. Madness would be such an easy escape though, but quite frankly, I don't think that's possible. These ... things will never let me escape. They're hunting me now. Haunting every step. I've only seen two, the twins, but I get the feeling there are more; lots more. They haven't harmed me yet, but I've seen them kill. Everyone just walks by or watches or films it on their damn phone but no one sees. I wish I couldn't see. I'd cut out my eyes if I thought I could blind myself to them and make them blind to me but I dread what horror they'd think up instead. Would they start touching me then, idly stroking my arm while they butcher anyone nearby?
Maybe this is their punishment because I interfered? Their torment and my madness, for the rest of my life, stretching into my death, a tortured soul eternal.
