When I was growing up I lived on the outskirts of this small town, most everyone here knew everything about each other, rumors and gossip fueled this place like the long connecting gas pipes that ran underground, a peaceful stranger would feel the weight of the cold stares piercing down, I know I too was this stranger drifting place to place looking for what I called home, for me this place seemed like paradise on earth, I had no idea in fact I'd stumbled into hell. I can only image that day the look on my face must have been sheer pleasure, those unseen territories in ones eye were camouflaged by the smiling faces and cleaver spoken words always pleasing to the ear, in fact is was enough to trap the most cautious individual. Soon the darkness took over, heavy and deep like water to an untrained swimmer, I soon found myself fighting for air desperately struggling for the top, I would soon discover later here there is no top. So beware the next time you wander into a small town for you too can be devoured by uncertain evil that lurks just beyond paradise. Remember sometimes what's pleasing to the eye can be fatal to ones soul.

DePoWeR 2002