About: Secrets of The Shadows.

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Featureless faces gather in the deepest, darkest corners, their bodies silhouetted by silver droplets of the moon. A raw surge of panic eerily crawls across my flesh, terror eats away carnivorously at my vulnerability. Spirits of the unrecognisable dead come forth sometimes alone, or in a cluster of three or more. They wait for recognition from me, whether in words or as I slither back under the duvet. Either one satisfies their urgent craving for contacting an unfortunate living relative whose ‘gift’ of sixth sense is like a radar to those across the other side,

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rdfs:comment	Featureless faces gather in the deepest, darkest corners, their bodies silhouetted by silver droplets of the moon. A raw surge of panic eerily crawls across my flesh, terror eats away carnivorously at my vulnerability. Spirits of the unrecognisable dead come forth sometimes alone, or in a cluster of three or more. They wait for recognition from me, whether in words or as I slither back under the duvet. Either one satisfies their urgent craving for contacting an unfortunate living relative whose ‘gift’ of sixth sense is like a radar to those across the other side,
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abstract	Featureless faces gather in the deepest, darkest corners, their bodies silhouetted by silver droplets of the moon. A raw surge of panic eerily crawls across my flesh, terror eats away carnivorously at my vulnerability. Spirits of the unrecognisable dead come forth sometimes alone, or in a cluster of three or more. They wait for recognition from me, whether in words or as I slither back under the duvet. Either one satisfies their urgent craving for contacting an unfortunate living relative whose ‘gift’ of sixth sense is like a radar to those across the other side, but is not fully adapted to their frustrating messages. The strange static sound rings in my ears, confusing me with an annoying bewilderment of uncertainty. I listen with frustration at the crackle of static and a desperate urge to comprehend its voices. The irritating sound of an untuned radio channel, voices clashing, as they try to break through the barrier their communication unsuccessful to their loved one, whose curiosity desperately wants to hear them again. Secrets of the shadows are scrambled in unusual calls as they try so hard to convey feelings that they want to share, the knowledge they learnt from experiences on the earth plane to help and let others grow spiritually as they have. I lay in the darkness breathless, heart thudding rhythmically within the confines of my breasts. My mind trying to focus on the spirits that have chosen me - no communication, apologies given, a prayer whispered, I bid them goodnight.

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