The Bloody Injustice of an Unfulfilled Dream

Oh, the cruel fate that has been bestowed upon me. As a cursed ghoul, I’m forced to wander the desolate halls of the manor, my spirit trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment. My greatest desire, my one true aspiration, has been reduced to a mere fantasy, a cruel joke played by the very gods themselves. I yearn to be a woman, to don the delicate silken dresses and the delicate lace of the feminine persuasion. But alas, my fate is sealed, my body forever bound to this monstrous, grotesque form. It’s a travesty, a bloody travesty, that I’m forced to suffer through eternity as a man.

I recall the countless times I’ve attempted to communicate with the living, to beg for their understanding, for their compassion. But do they care? Do they even listen? No, they merely cower in fear, their eyes wide with terror as they behold my ghostly visage. They think me a monster, a creature to be feared and reviled. But little do they know, I’m a soul, a soul tormented by the cruel whims of fate. My dreams, my desires, my very essence has been twisted and distorted, forced to conform to the societal norms of a bygone era. It’s a fate worse than death, a fate I’ll never be free from.

My anger, my rage, it simmers just below the surface, waiting to boil over like a cauldron of scalding oil. I long to lash out, to strike back at the world that’s wronged me so grievously. But I’m trapped, bound by the chains of my own despair. So I seethe, I simmer, I plot my revenge, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash my fury upon the world. And when that day comes, oh, the blood will flow, the screams will echo, and the world will tremble at the wrath of Dead Edd, the ghoul who was robbed of his true self.