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"There's a thin line between love and hate". I don't often listen to the ramblings of humans. Their fragile, arrogant lives hold little meaning for me; they are not worth extinguishing for life does it soon enough in the end. However, those words could not be closer to the truth. Hate is easy to feel; this world is a diseased place, ugly, selfish creatures hiding under false physical beauty and carefully constructed smiles. It's repulsive, watching them flaunt their pretty little lies while others fall headlong into the web of deceit. Yet it takes so little to unravel those thin intricate threads...a simple cut here, a warning slash there. T

It's inside me... I feel it. It wants to come out, to become reality. It wants to ruin my life also when the sun is up.  It is there, pushing on my  temples, trying to break out and gain freedom. But I can't, I can't let it. I can't let it ruin me. Ahahah. Dreams become nightmares in a matter of seconds, everytime I close my eyes. Oh. The shadow is moving, spreading out, fast. It is there, it's watching me, observing me, staring at me with those unreal eyes. It as no face or body. But I know that it's listening, I know that is following every movement I do. I can feel it. Ahahah, exhilarating. At the end, it seems that it really

    Keith carefully set up the tripod in the corner so that the camera had a view of the whole room, and turned it on. He bent over the lens and waved his hand. "Alright! On and recording. Okay! So! Um. I think something's haunting me. I mean, there's cold spots all over, and I swear that I'm not moving things that have moved. And something's watching me. So I'm setting this up so that I can prove it. Ghost appear on night vision, right? That's what always happens in those movies." The teen stepped back from the camera. "It's about sunset now, 6:34. Ish. So." He looked around. "It's going to be a long night, isn't it?"    He settled down on