There is no last page, no final word.
Your story isn’t bound in leather or ink.
It’s bound in horror.
And as long as you remember, it will live on, growing, evolving, consuming.
I wonder, how will your story end?
Will you turn the light off tonight, or leave it burning?
Will you tell yourself it was all just fiction, or will you feel my presence when you’re all alone?
Mark Krijgsman