| Red Balloon In the dark night, when the sun is low and fears are high, there lurks a terror that is unmatched by anything that I have ever seen in all my darkest dreams. It floats through the air like the stench of lifeless bodies whose (ewwww) were ripped out. Slowly it follows me, like a shadow that is not my own but that of the soulless being who poisons the depths of my mind. It is the object of my greatest fear, the heart of the greatest evil, and the soul of the Unholy One himself, it is...the red balloon. |