Behind the Attic Door

You will never be the same Gwendolyn.
You will see, hear, and think differently.
What you have seen cannot be erased.
At night, dreams will haunt you
At dawn, the lives lost will torment you.
Your memories will not fade.
You will be reminded daily of what has past...

But you are wired differently.
You do not think as the others do.
You will be harder to kill, but easier to destroy.
Your death will be my triumph...
I am coming.