Nobody wants to be alone. Sure, we fill our lives with people, faces that come and go, we love a lot only to lose more in the end, and if we’re smart—really smart—we take our victories where we get them. But beneath our skins, we siren.

Yes, this was a haunted place. He had read
about certain materials absorbing the sounds of their surroundings like divots in a vinyl recording, and now, as the sun started to dip below the horizon, this concept chilled him more than the creeping cold. Put a needle to the mortar of these walls and listen to the screams. His own would be among them.

Darkness fell, gathering sin.

Behind every summer is a fall just waiting to happen.

Don’t get all gothic and emo on me now. - Tory

I'm waltzing with the wrecking ball
'Cause this ain't my home anymore.