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After what Alicia Gates would often term a freak childhood spent in and out of therapy, she eventually learned to tune things out. However, delving into magics meant opening doors within herself; some of which had been closed off for years and others of which Alicia never knew were there.

Unfortunately, for Alicia, what was thought to be a persistent pattern of paranoid delusion treatable through intense therapy and medication was in actuality an untapped aptitude for clairvoyance or more precisely, an ability to commune with the dead. With the flood gates of this unrefined talent thrust open, Alicia Gates found herself awash in not just the sounds of unfamiliar voices, but images and sensations which where not her own.

Those same strangely familiar yet distant voices which were at first almost comforting, soon became daunting and frightful. These voices began to whisper into her mind as if they somehow feared being overheard. The thought of what it was that might frighten the dead was absolutely terrifying to Alicia. These whispered messages were adamant warnings of dark omen and a fate worse than death.

"Leave Now! You can't stay here. The shadow see's you Alicia. It's coming for you Alicia, get out while you still can!"

Huddled away in the corner of some shabby run down motel room, Alicia Gates spends her last moments in the grips of shear terror the likes of which few people will ever know. The room's mattress and bed frame have been piled awkwardly atop a dresser and shoved into the one exit's doorway, barricading the way in or out. The windows are all covered with bed lining, plunging the entire room into perpetual darkness with exception to the small elliptical of light cast by a small side strewn lamp.

The floor is a clutter with books, old take out and a few newspaper clippings spanning the past few days. Alicia wears nothing but a long black T-shirt. Her small pale arms impose an almost vise like grip around the shins of her legs as she rocks back and forth mumbling to herself. "There's nowhere I can run, nowhere I can hide. No way to escape from the darkness, not from the shadows."

Alicia, with eyes like saucers, remains transfixed by one newspaper clipping in particular. Her eyes seem ravenous as they devour each line of text over and over again.

"Museum curator found slain. Believed to be the latest victim of the Night Slasher." "Police have very little physical evidence to go on at this time" "The body of Megan Benjiman was found shortly after

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