I live in fear. I am haunted…
Late at night, I step into the corridors of the house where I have lived for years, hoping to find him gone. But he is always there — in the room next to the wooden staircase with ebony banisters.
I have seen his horrifying features in candlelight and have blanched transparent. His shrieks almost shatter my ears. I grit my teeth to endure it, but he only draws greater pleasure from my pain.
I have tried to ask him to leave me alone and he has retaliated by choking me with foul-smelling smoke and droning chants that cause me headaches.
He has defaced the beautiful panelling of my house with rudely drawn symbols; I shudder to think what spell he is trying to cast on me.
There is no peace for me here. Not any more.
He will drive me insane or to suicide.
I want to die! I do not wish to become a man like him!
I live in fear. I am haunted…
Late at night, I hear hi stealthy footsteps comin to strangle me in my slee and I rush outside to escape, but he is always there — waiting at the head of the wooden staircase with ebony banisters.
He carries a black candle that throws an eerie glow on his horrifying features.
My screams please hi He grins when he hears me scream; perhaps in anticipation of a juicy morsel.
He utters strange sounds that curdle my blood. I have lit sage and myrrh to purify the air but to no avail. I have chanted spells, but fruitlessly. I have defaced the beautiful walls of my ne house with magical charms but they have ha no effect on him. They only seem to make him angrier and more determined to destroy me.
There is no peace for me here. None at all.
He wishes to drive me insane or to commit suicide. But I do not wish to die! I do not wish to become a ghost like him!
