Hello everyone! If you are here, reading this, that means that something I wrote intrigued you about me. But, because everything I wrote pretty much revolves around suicide, death, blood, gore, and saddness- you must be a really sick bastard! What is your problem!?
Just kidding! I'm a sick person too, so we should get along pretty well! Have a nice life, expect a call from me in the next 24 hours, than a house visit, than I will stalk, and eventually-when I'm bored-I will remove your eyes from their sockets, put them in a jar of phermeldahyde, and begin to torture you for hours until you die from bloodloss. Good bye now! Thank you for stopping by!
aka the dark arts master
aka Christine Reid
PS: Please don't run, I hate it when they run...