Trevor Dalton
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Who are they?
Who are they? Its been 13 whole days since I last seen them. Where did they go? I thought I was clear of them for once in my life but I was wrong. Where did they go and why were they gone for so long? Why have they returned? What is so interesting about me that they came back? Did they go to another lost soul and actually accomplish what they wanted from that person? I must ask these questions but I know I will not get an answer. Again the male and female both stand there and stare at me with the blank faces and white eyes. Are they searching for who I really am? Are they searching for what they need inside my soul? Why have you returned please answer me. Please tell me why you came back to me. I won't lie when I say I did miss seeing you. I got so used to waking up and seeing you there, coming around the corner and you both just staring at me. Knowing someone or something was there even if your dead or from another life.
By Trevor Dalton5 years ago in Horror
Who are they?
As I sit in my room wondering who they are? Who are these shadow people attached to these dark shrouds of what appears to used to be people. As I sit in my room I stare at these bright white eyes that appear to be just light. Is it their souls? Is it the light from the other side where we think we all go? I ask myself these questions every time I see them. Who are they? They feel familiar, like I once knew these Shadows, these figures of people that seem to stick around once i'm awake. Who are they? do they have questions for me? Do you have something you wish me to complete? I sometimes feel like they want to tell me but they knowingly can't because they are either passed or haven't passed. who are they? I sometimes get a feeling of kindness and comfort from them, are they past friends? Are they past relatives? I ask but I just see them staring at me with no answers. Why do I see these "Shadow people" Night after Night. I see them not knowing to be scared or happy.
By Trevor Dalton5 years ago in Horror
The sad truth about living in a city ran by the service industry.
Being that I spent almost my entire life in the city of Las Vegas has been an amazing ride from being a kid to now a 32 year old man. I remember as a kid there was always something to do from going down the strip to the original "Game Works" and watching local bands shredding on the stage to going bowling at castaways and fishing at Lake Mead. Being a kid in Las Vegas was the best. As an adult you grow up seeing the local bars, showgirls, stage shows, casinos, and the fact you can make six figures with no college degree in sin city. You basically had 3 choices as an adult for jobs if you wanted to make the "Big Money"
By Trevor Dalton5 years ago in Journal
