You can feel her, right?
She wants to come through.
She wants to leave this room.
You can hear her when the borders between this world and her’s weaken.
Sometimes it’ll be a laugh- a chuckle in the dead of night.
Knocking on the walls just as you are falling to sleep.
White eyes glowering at you in the dark from the corner of the room.
I’ve made it so she can’t leave.
I knew her when she was only madness and hatred, but she’s so much worse now.
Don’t leave personal objects around- phones, jewellery, photos- anything she can use to escape.
Surround them with a ring of salt.
Don’t let her into them.
-Hidden on top of the wardrobe.