Evermore the black door opens. It used to swing back and forth like that of a windy porch screen door. Now ever silent and slow it creeps open. The outline of the old oak door with tarnished brass knob sends waves of evil wind across my skin. My skin if it could would crawl off my bones to feel the silent predator. But I have to go in. I've been here before. With a slow breath I start walking into the black curtain. As I pass the door frame I feel sadness, pain, anger, and a hand reach for the center of my chest. Other hands from the darkness start to grab my hands to pull me down. I continue to walk forward not hampered by the attempts to slow me. I except the losing part of myself as toll to enter here. The door slowly shuts as the darkness starts to chase away the remaining light. I begin to feel an urge, or sensation. To be like the hallow spirits in the room with me. I need to keep walking. Whispers start to tickle my ear, as my fear of walking into the dismal dark brings sweat to my brow. The voice welcomes me back home. It speaks of missing my presence, and wishes to know what has brought me here. My lips do not betray the thoughts I wish to say. Not satisfied the voice moves to my other ear. It starts to inquire at the cause.

Is it your family? as the black wind leaves his mouth.
Hmmm no not them is it. Well give it time it says.
Let us see now, could it be friends?
I sensed you should have been here sooner for that.
No huh?
Well now that just leaves love doesn't it? he says with his cooing words.

I slow to a stop. In an instant the shadow shrieks with laughter!

Hahahahaha. Really? Again?

A gust of breeze passes my face as his arms shoot in the air. The sides of the darkness lighten up with two squared frames depicting my past. There is a beautiful girl on the left looking at me saying I don't love you. On the right another girl sitting in the sun saying I don't understand what you mean I'm not flirting with him. The images speed up to the end showing the cruel ending. The shadow is filled with a new life as it soars to each frame.

Look at this! This it what you deserve!

A low mummer leaves my lips. As my head hangs low.

Did you think it would be different?
It's you! Not them!
Hahahahahaha!
You fool. How many times must you see me.
Soon you will be here for good.
You don't have much left to pay the toll.

No I say. I have to keep believing, hoping...

Hahahaha the phantom bellows. The ghost like figure then begins to change the voice tone to that of the framed girls.

I don't need a boyfriend.
I don't really love you.
Let's just be friends.
I think I can find someone better.

Quickly the dark hands grapple my body and pull me down. The black sheet laughs so loud that my ears feel like bursting from the pressure. My face against other faces of me I begin to scream at the sight of myself. So lifeless. Tears roll down my face as the hands stab the inside of my body taking what they need to feel whole again. I shake and pulse as they pull and stab again.

With a loud whoosh the dark being dives on top of me. With a pop he drives into my head. I scream with agony as the visions of my past, hopes, dreams, fears, he brings to light. Then with a snap I feel the hands stretch me till I fall into a sleep. Then I feel a jolt.

I'm awake. But I wasn't sleeping. I grab the inside of my ribs as if something was just cut out from it's place. I curl up with my blanket on the couch that seems to have saved me in the past. I lay my head down. Staring forward looking for God. With my mind I ask why? There is no response. Her face appears to wash my eyes closed.

I lay there playing dead till morning...Reggie and the Full Effect "songs not to get married too" playing in my ears.