Over my shoulder I heard the sound of animals fighting and I fled along the hallways and passages, but no it was more like some twisting labrynth because there were no doors, no ways out. And all the way I felt as though something were following me like i had been following you, but no it was stalking me as prey, to... to do what? I wonder, will it look into my eyes again and this time will I go mad? go mad like I might have done so long ago, so long, but I kept it becaus I kept my name, and you know something else? I kept yours too.
I stopped by a wall a wall that looked just like the rest of them... and I looked at my arm and read what was written there and with the charcoal of the torch that I didn't have I worte what was written there, I wrote it on the wall, but no, I scribbled it there because there was no time... becuase the beast was catching up with me and so I fled and left the words there, but I ran and ran and when I looked back I could still see that wall but the words where there but it was and do you know what it was doing?
It was taking the words.
and what was it doing with them?
I don't know.
Idon'tknow.
Idon'tknow
Idon'tk
Idon'tn
Idon'to
Idon'twandevenworseIdon'tevenunderstand.
I am too tired now.
Cheza Calanthe Community Member 
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just a thought:
[do you know that yours and jonahs 'stories' could go very well together....
if it were the same house... and what you both feel are eatchother...but yet you are one...because the thing you feel is conected to you...and you to it...and that would truly make you his invisible monster...]