Forbidden Hill Part 1
If there was one word to describe me, it would be “morbid”.
My mind is constantly burdened by thoughts of death; but I am certainly not suicidal. I would never dare hurt myself.
I live in a tiny house on a hill terribly overgrown with trees and various plant life. A habitat so lusciously green and beautiful, but I cannot step outside to admire it.
I live alone, but I prefer it that way. People bother me, and I tend to bother people.
Actually, people are scared of me.
People locked me in here.
I don't like people.
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