18th March,1827

There was a full moon on top of my head, which was tracking me down till the depths of my darkness, amidst the gusty wind which was blowing through the edges of my hair ,while I was cycling through a never ending bumpy road. For your surprise this was not a summer holiday road on which you could go on for trekking or camping, but this never ending bumpy road includes corpses hanging from the treetops at each alternate tree, which just looks like a pattern or a message being given by the monsters who were chasing me down to slash my life from my delicate and fragile body? I can see a tower in front of me amidst the hazy and dark clouds which were moving in a random fashion in front of my eyes, I call this tower as the tower of freedom, I was moving swiftly through the canopied trees and greasy grass to escape from the wrath of the monsters who were chasing me down, I see a division of roads at the corner, which stringed an idea in my clumsy brain. So called the act of deceiving which I use regularly to save myself, I used it today as well, I left my bicycle on the other road which usually leads to the dark caves of hell, and I ran towards the other road which leads to the tall tower of freedom to secure my goal. My heart rate was slowing down with each step I took towards the tower, bringing a widened smile on my pale face. As I was running through the windy road, I fell down by placing my feet into a mud pit, I rolled to one side of the road, I barely had enough strength to stand and fight any demon lingering around me, as I was about to step up, when I saw the dark mud whirling around by body like a mighty swamp monster, forcing me to die with its irresistible force upon my fragile chest. I can see an 8 foot long black mud coated monster with its shark shaped teeth filled with oozing blood, which was dripping down on my brown silky hair making me feel to vomit on my own blood through my piercing veins. The full moon on top of my head turned it a red giant blood moon, making it look just like a bad omen, the curse was rebounding because I had the crystal dagger as my locket hooked to my breathless neck. I was racing against the pain which I was feeling because of that curse linked to it. The giant monster was rising against the ashes to make one decent swing against my fragile neck to cut me into pieces of fine flesh.