Lost in the Mists

Saima's Journal: Hurricane

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Ravenloft is not a place. It is alive. It is a sentient being and its only purpose seems to be to drive us all into despair.

The last few days my companions and I have been attacked by a tree, a rope monster, corpses, ghosts, and a mad man. But the last horror came after the death of Giles when for a moment I saw the face of my beloved Astrid in the dust. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone. I left the house and my companions without a word before the madness overtook me.
My house sits in a now mostly abandon area of the city and I have no neighbors within a close distance, which is fortunate, because I could not control the screams and sobs that tore from me that evening. This place, this damned place, has taken everything from me: My friends, my family, my hope, my humanity. And now it taunts me with visions of my child. I want, I need, to know why. In a moment of half insanity, I went to Barlow’s house to seek answers.

I am glad that he wasn’t home. I don’t know where he has gone. All I know is that the monster in me is growing stronger and darker. I can smell the blood of others and it awakens the horrible endless thirst. If Barlow had been there, I may have…

I don’t know what I would have done.

I am losing me.

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