Hunted

<p>I don't know how long I have been in this room. It feels like a century has slipped by but my reflection in the metallic door suggest it has been merely weeks.</p><p>Screams of torment agonize in my mind as I stare at the task before me - an impossible task with only one outcome - death. If Death would come to me and carry me from this torturous place I would welcome him with open arms. He will not come for me he will come for another another whose passing will cause my heart to break even further.</p><p><br></p><p>There was once a time I didn't believe in the supernatural. I dismissed the strange book that came into my life as nothing but junk and I considered the warnings that followed to be nothing but folklore. How could I have been so foolish to believe the eyes that peered into my mind were innocuous?</p><p>Now as I sit in my concrete cell with three boxes filled with unnerving contents I can think of nothing else but the fortune teller's warning <em>he will hunt you he will find you he will claim you as his own. And you will love him until you draw your final breath.</em></p><p><br></p><p>I pray to God - any God who may be listening - to give me the strength and the power to fight. I know what lays before me and I know it's going to take every ounce of strength I have.</p>