I tried sleeping for hours and hours by making my room as cold as possible, tightly wrapping myself into my thick rug. But I just could not fall asleep because my brain keeps harking back to the echoes of that phone call that I just heard. My mind was just playing that scene over and over and over again in my head as if it were like a nightmare but I still did not know how to react to it.
When Barbara’s daughter died, she thought her world had ended; until she noticed something just a little strange with the antique porcelain doll she owned. Insanity or paranormal activity? What’s real and what isn’t?
Entrapment is both a physical and mental captor. It claws away at your essence, making you dance to its whims. Oh, what a plight it is to be a prisoner at home.
There we were, three ordinary teenagers, standing in the middle of something resembling a labyrinth, lost and famished. Hopes of reaching home eventually waning. How did we even get ourselves into this? More importantly, how are you gonna escape this?
There are dark nights. But what if that darkness creeps into the day? Even better, or maybe worse, what if it seeps into your mind? Ever done anything which doesn’t make sense later? Ever wanted to be the guy on the train?
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
And I’m feeling good?