“Oh it’s real alright,” muttered Jake bitterly. ”And it’ll get realer. Because this is what happens, Owen. Good things always die. Always. Life snuffs them out so we don’t get too complacent, just so we know who’s in charge.”

Silly Charlotte. Didn't they tell you time and time again I don't exist? They're going to take you away, and I'm still going to have my way with you – in soundproof, white padded rooms. Inspired by Evanescence's Haunted, hence the title. Revised10/12/11

Does it make you happy, doing what you do? Does it satisfy you to eat your fellow man, to devour and mutilate their bodies and shame their very souls? Absolutely not for the squeamish or faint of heart.