The Awakening
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That is how I ended up here. A prisoner for the brutal murder of my friend John Doe. Who am I you ask? I could be anyone of you. Though I am just a man living this nightmare. A nightmare that comes night after night. I can see it from the bottom bunk. Standing at the foot of my bed. Always watching, always waiting. Its face obscured by a hood. Its hovering body covered by a dark cloak. I know why the omloch comes. It is waiting for my self-destruction. It is waiting for my end.