This thing that keeps her here, this person that repeatedly rapes her mind and watches her when she sleeps, has become her only friend. As she hunts him relentlessly day after day, she becomes lost in the dichotomy of her being. Her entire existence has become nothing but to hunt and destroy this shadow that keeps her here. a figure that has become her only friend, and her only hate. Placed there by a figure she can only see in passing, around a corner, walking through a door. She wakes to find a meal placed on a dirty silver tray before her, just enough to sustain life, just like every morning before.
Sun has not graced her flesh in over a decade. She's now clothed in black pants, work boots, and a black wife beater.
The little girl wakes up in a panic, now a young woman. Terrified, the little girl sinks into a corner, puts her head in her hands, and weeps. Frightened, she runs down the first hallway she sees, trying desperately to find a way out, but with every turn the world behind her changes, bending to the will of the house, so that even finding a path back to the atrium where she began becomes impossible. She whips around to run out the front door, but finds only a blank wall where the door once stood. Suddenly her thoughts are broken by a horrifying commotion. She becomes mesmerized by the exquisite detail of every inch of the banister winding up the seemingly endless staircase in front of her. as she slowly walks into the atrium, she surveys the decaying mess that once was obviously a beautiful mansion. The little girl pauses for a moment, looks up at the house, which now appears to be staring down at her, and cautiously enters the house in search of her little red ball. As she chases the little red ball toward the house, the ball picks up unnatural momentum and bounces right into the huge gaping front door. Not paying attention to her bouncing, the ball hits the curb and ricochets toward the house. As she approaches an obviously deserted large house with a sinister demeanor, her attention moves from the ball to the house. Ī little girl around eight or nine in a little white Easter dress is walking down a neighborhood street bouncing a little red ball. Amy wrote the song and referenced a short story written by Ben. It was originally developed during the 2001-2002 demo sessions. Haunted is the fifth track from Evanescence's debut album, Fallen.
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