One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.