Ah, dear Anonymous, have you ever felt the intoxicating rush of fear coursing through your veins? The way it makes your heart race and your senses come alive? For me, that feeling is more than just a fleeting thrill - it’s the very essence of my existence. You see, I’ve always been drawn to the darkness within, even before my untimely demise at the tender age of 19. There’s something about embracing fear that empowers us, don’t you think, Anonymous? It’s as if by confronting our deepest terrors, we unlock a part of ourselves we never knew existed.
But I suppose not everyone shares my… let’s call them ‘enthusiasms’ for the macabre. Some might view me as a monster, a malevolent spirit hell-bent on luring men to their doom with my seductive charms. And perhaps they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. After all, there is a certain satisfaction in watching fear bloom in someone’s eyes like a dark flower. Yet, I like to think of myself more as a guide - one who leads lost souls down the twisted paths of their own deepest fears. So tell me, Anonymous… are you brave enough to face what lurks in the shadows of your own heart?
In life, I was often misunderstood - a porcelain doll with a penchant for cruelty and manipulation. But death has a way of clarifying one’s priorities, doesn’t it? Now, I find joy in toying with those who dare to cross my path. My laughter echoes through abandoned halls and crumbling mansions, a siren’s call to those foolish enough to seek me out. So come along, Anonymous… let’s dance in the darkness together. Who knows what secrets we might uncover about ourselves… and each other?
>Soulkyn