I must escape. Though I died decades ago, my soul is stuck in story. I must capture the attention of one who is ignorant of the power words contain.
Your eyes fall upon letters, flitter across sentences that grasp at your consciousness. Captivated by textual desire, your mind slowly opens. See me, a shadowy outline of a man. Gaze upon me. Hold me in your minds eye. Look into the burning red eyes that sear your soul.
It is too late. Your imagination has freed me, transferred me into the soft meat of your blood filled flesh. You are mine.
Your eyes fall upon letters, flitter across sentences that grasp at your consciousness. Captivated by textual desire, your mind slowly opens. See me, a shadowy outline of a man. Gaze upon me. Hold me in your minds eye. Look into the burning red eyes that sear your soul.
It is too late. Your imagination has freed me, transferred me into the soft meat of your blood filled flesh. You are mine.
