It's over there
On the other side of the door
I can see it over there
I can hear it
It whispers to me like a lover
Promising things to me if only I'll open the door
It senses my weakness
And wishes to comfort me
I listened to it once
And nearly lost my life
I am constantly fighting
Not to open the door
I'm growing tired of constantly fighting
It would be so easy to open the door
But I continue to fight
The neverending battle
But I fear I am growing weak
I feel as if I should be giving in
Maybe if I stay quiet
But no
That is what let it in before
And so I begin to scream
I must continue to fight
I must open up myself
So I can break free
So I can reach out
And lock that door
I will not allow you in!
Leave me alone!
I will no longer keep quiet!
So you have no place here!
You are not welcome here!

And so the story starts. . .