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T he music blurs throughout the night, people dancing and screaming, but all I can see is the phantom watching me from the trees. He’s lurking, waiting to get me alone to strip me of my humanity.

The devil wants to take me and consume me in any way possible. Goosebumps rise on my arms as the sickness in my stomach waits to come to the surface.

Will the phantom come and get me?

My phantom is watching me, he’s always watching me in the trees and from where I call home.

Will I come out alive, or will I make the connection that I’m not as safe as I thought I could be?

Men, ruthless men. Those big, firm, cold hands on my shoulders pushing me down and down until I’m no longer breathing.

Their hot breath on my skin, making it crawl as I try to escape the terror of my life.

My phantom, my devil, the person who should have loved me, but instead, he haunts me. My steps falter as I see the shadow. He’s here; I can feel his presence. If I take too many steps into the darkness, I’ll give up and give him what he wants.

My body.

My mind.

My very soul.

Halloween should be a night people enjoy, but for me, it’s the worst night of my life. My Dove lurks in the shadows, she can see me, she’s watching over me. She’s always watching, but it’s not enough, not when he lurks outside in the shadows, so close but so far away.

Did she try to save me, or did she take the easy route and leave me with the devil? I was met with Satan, and now the devil lies within my soul, my black soul. I’m now the person who makes people scream and plead for their lives, just like I used to.

Mind.

Body.

Soul.

Mine all mine…