After my disappearance, they thought I was dead. I might as well have been. I know it's been two years; I know Alice has moved on. I have tried to find a way back to her, back to my life, but escaping the Dark Place is almost impossible.
Time does strange things here. But dreams and radio signals can pierce the veil between the worlds.
I catch glimpses and echoes of the world. Sometimes I send messages out. I can only pray that they hear them.
American Nightmare Manuscript: Lost In The Dark Place
