• I'm tired.
    And alone.
    I'm afraid, but I don't know why...


    I can feel the darkness pressing in...they're coming for me.
    I can hear them whipering, planing.
    No one believes me.
    They think I'm insane.


    They'll see.
    They will all see when I am gone.
    And soon you will, too.

    They're coming for you now...




    Run.