Journal Entry 1: Raise The Dead
The silent night, of its- seemingly infinite blackness; many the- gruesome deed tends to unfold.....
Real time assumptions, considering of those to be cursed with- wishful thinking possibility that these secreted gambits of evil’s whims, go unannounced by, none other than that of; these lone shadow stalking enactors, of such rarely seen- gruesome deeds; but by their eyes alone.....
Eyes.....
They are at times: all around us.....
Their attentive focus, by many the objective obsessions- critical in their vigilant watching over us.....
Of all things, to be in bearer of witness to, that need not ever be done; these many nocturnal watchers from beyond they tend to frequently see....
