Facing The Monster In The Mirror

Sometimes, I think when I look into the mirror, I won't find me. I'll find my mother the witch constantly manipulating my mind.

I don't have the outside world. All I have is inside here. Step inside, on Nancy Lane.

Where I wasn't just tortured and abused, but where my dead soul is.

All my friends left, and then, there's Josh, the silent angel watching over me. Josh was the only one from my past who tried to reach out and make things right.

Step inside Hell's Hotel, where the Princess of Hell and Earth must communicate with demons and perform spells against the witch. She needs to stare death right in the face because she has many times.

She wants to see Hell, see if it's real. She wants to see the abyss for real this time. Not to become consumed by the torment, but to learn how to face it bravely.

Like Link who must save people from the destructive moon in Majora's Mask. Or Harry Potter forever curious and brave enough to face the real witches head on.

There are still many secrets I do not know about my mother. I know she's a sadist, but what does that mean? Does she kill people or what?

But part of me is too scared to find out.

Her room down below is dark like the abyss. I still wonder how my mother thrives in such darkness, and I wonder if her screams in her sleep have to do with me becoming happier.

"I don't like that sound of your voice. It sounds too happy." She actually said this back in February. I think she uses witchcraft to purposely make it so I'm apart from Josh. I just know someone is up here. I feel like I'm in her crystal ball, I'm stuck in a trance I can't get out of. I'm trying to wake up from the nightmare, but it's still a limbo dream- the most hellish one. One where I slowly die here and my soul stays trapped forever in the sacred realm.

I know what I saw, God damn it. Bottles here were flipped upside down, I'm not kidding... The door locked on its own later on this year, and my mom saw it. She knew! My father still haunts this house.

After he died...he became something worse...

I wish I was making this up, but I'm not. I saw the spiritual signs. I see things outside of my schizophrenia all the time. The cops saying Josh was with me when he wasn't.

Seeing a white car that said, "It was all just a dream."

I'm inside a twisted fairytale. Inside Ganondorf's castle unable to get out.

"Don't be afraid," a whispering voice speaks.

The lights all go out, and it all comes back to this house.

Hell's Hotel.

I must take upon the role of Duplighost from Paper Mario, the manipulative mastermind who knows all the devil's tricks and can put on any disguise I wish. I can transform into anything and be unstoppable.

I must document again on YouTube this place.

The place that is the special connection between Heaven and Hell.

YouTube is the only place for now to speak my truth, but I know eventually, the mirror won't reflect my mom.

It will be Josh, the only one I know I've known before all of this.

Before this was Nancy Lane.