Story of Claudia

I am here again, in a place I do not know, and I do not know who brought me here. There is no sound, no movement, nothing at all. Darkness fills this place and there is only weak light coming from a broken window. It seems as if someone tried to He escaped through it. The light was more terrifying than the darkness. It revealed to me the details of this cursed place. It was a large palace full of paintings falling on the ground and some naked statues assuming different sexual positions. The walls were corroded and there were the remains of torn black curtains on them, behind which he was visible. Inscriptions written in blood. They may have been written by the previous victim, or they may be part of a talisman or symbols of a magical ritual to conjure a demon. It is not a nightmare. I can feel everything clearly. I can breathe and scream, but without anyone hearing me. Except the voices that speak to me inside my mind so forcefully that I fall unconscious for long hours, until I wake up on a white bed, as if I had taken high doses of morphine after an electrical session in the old neighborhood hospital, or perhaps I had gone back and taken the drugs again, and all that was happening. All around me are nothing but hallucinations from the influence of the favorite drug, “Meth,” which my doll has known well for nearly two years, and whose slow movement I now feel inside my doll. Its influence is about to end. I wake up and regain complete consciousness, only to discover that I am still here, alive. I am still stuck between this sick existence, and this attempt has also failed like the rest of my previous attempts to escape.