I was shaking when I woke. Scenes of underwater witchdoctors storing little girls againsts wall boards. Their backs pierced with needles to keep them in place. The blood swirls rising like smoke swirls. Beautiful and terrifying. I was a victim of the needles just the same and swam towards freedom seeking sanction in the corridors of an old house. There the nightmare only grew. I was trapped with a vapid boy from my past. I could not ask him for help, he was maddened with glee despite the dark spirits that haunted the halls. "He's one of them", I thought. I will not chase those ghosts. I will not chase these ghosts.
These ghosts of my past, these ghosts of my present.