I’m ready for it. I’ve always been ready for it. Growing up in this creepy mansion my great-grandfather built in the late eighteen hundreds, I’ve always written my
damsel in distress characters after my darkest nightmares. Nightmares of unspeakable blood and gore, of torturous death and mayhem. Nightmares where the beautiful
heroine never survives to see the sunrise. Of nightmares like this very night.
Like I said, bring it on. I’m ready for what nightmares may come, especially the ones where I die in the most gruesomely macabre ways possible...