I didn’t ask to be brought here. Brought into this horrible existence, this so-called “life”. Just when I thought I might see the light at the end of the tunnel, things take a wicked and twisted turn.
The discovery of a hidden doll I named Clementine has brought a whole new meaning to the word possessed. I thought it was all in my head. The eerie lullaby being sung. The darkness weighing on me.
Then, in one split second, I snapped. Or.. was it actually me at all? I’ve lost all sense of control and now I only have one question. Will I even make it out of this alive?
