Death Follow's

Death follow’s



This book explores gothic literature in
photo form.

As the gothic scene moves on with modern day so
does its sub genres, however one sub genre that has
stayed vaguely the same is gothic literature. So due
to this I decided to create this book, to explore how
gothic literature would look like in modern day
through the medium of photography.

The wind howls outside the young girls bedroom so loud it almost sounds like
crying. The girl continues on with her work, ignoring the noise outside her
window. It appears that she yet does not understand how long she has been
writing...but she will soon.

“I’m so tired of this *sigh*… I haven't even written that
much. Strange feels like I’ve been writing for days.”

“Seriously. One line”.

She stares at the paper in disbelief. Lost in thought, hoping that if she
continues to stare at the paper then maybe it will fill itself out.

*sigh* “I need to take a serious break… I’ve still got time.
I’ll do it later.”

Suddenly the wind stop’s howling. The night grows quiet into a
dead silence. The silence is deafening, not a sole can be heard,
almost like the world itself has frozen on the spot. The room’s
only light source begins to flicker… the girl is put in darkness. As
she turns around she can hear whispers echoing around the
room, repeating, bouncing of the walls becoming louder and
louder… The room begins to contort around her.





-“We know what you did, own up to your sins.”
-“It haunts you doesn't it”

“Who’s there? Show yourself”. She demanded.
However the whispers didn’t reply, they continue to grow louder
until the noise is almost deafening.

“I think it’s time you turn around and face your sins...don't
you?”



The whispers cut and the noise from the outside world returns, the wind
howling loudly outside her windows once more.

Her room is desolate, only she sits in the room, left exactly the same as
she last left it, with no evidence of anyone or anything entering or exit-
ing the room. Her eyes jolt around the room, under the bed, the dark
corners, the wardrobe… all empty. Placing her hand on her forehead,
closing her eyes she thinks to herself...

“Nothing? Really? Way to freak yourself out… that cant have been my
imagination, that was too real…”

She pushed herself
away from the desk,
rubbing the sleep away
from her eyes, yawning.

“Seriously how tired
am I? Hearing voices…
Jesus Christ… halluci-
nating, that’s crazy.”

“ I should definitely go to sleep soon. Should I do
more work before that? The dissertation is due next
week and I’ve only done one line. No… no I need a
break…”



“Why did I take English language? I don’t even like Eng-
lish language…” She proclaimed. She lets out a prolonged
sigh, before she reaches for the door handle, sluggishly
reaching for it and missing it. Rubbing her eyes with the
edge of her sleeve and now carefully reaching for the door
handle. The door lets out a loud screech as she slowly
opens it before entering the hallway. The hallway is long
and dark, dragging her feet across the floor as she walks
towards the door at the end of the hallway. The girl turns
around thinking to herself…

“The boogieman hide’s in the dark, taking the naughty chil-
dren. That’s what mum always used to tell me…”

Shaking her head, she quickly turns back around opening
the door in front of her and slowly walking inside.



Looking in the mirror
she rubs her face in ex-
haustion. Pinching at
her cheeks, pushing
back the bags under
her eyes and judging
her complexion,

The tap hisses as she twists it, icy cold water leaves the tap, the girl
stands there patiently waiting for the tap to warm up before leaning
down to wash her face. The light begins to flicker, the room twisting
and corrupting around her once more…







She looks up into the
mirror, the room has re-
turned to normal once
more. Seemingly una-
ware, the girl wipes her
face, pulling her cheeks
back before turning the
tap off, turning around
the exiting the bath-
room.



The girl enters her room once more, closing the door behind her.
Despite the fact that the girl confirming that there was no one in
her room, she still treads the room with wariness and paranoia,
checking every corner of the room before switching the rooms light
off and returning to her bed. Her body aches all over, her head
pounding, she smiles as her head hit’s the pillow, relieved that she
can finally have a break. Her body feels like it has been pushed to
its limits, ‘strange’ she thought, all she has done is writing. Her
thoughts fade, her mind slowly becomes clear as her body slowly
falls into a deep sleep…



Voices fade into the
girls head, echoing…
repeating...

“Hello?... Is anyone
there…”
“Please help me….”
“I don’t know where I
am…”

“I can hear you
walking…”

“Please…Don’t
hurt me…”

The girl jolts up from her sleep in a cold sweat and in a panicked state. She looks
around her bedroom before taking a prolonged sigh and staring up to the ceiling…

“That same nightmare again… why that?”

She continues to lie in her bed for a short time before getting up and leaving the
bed.

The girl returned to
her desk, pulling up
the paper she had left
their the previous day.
She looked down at
the paper in confu-
sion.

“That’s strange…”

“That isn't how I left it… Wait, what's this?”



“What the-”

The girl staired at the paper in confusion, her mind became
hyper focused on the paper with all things around her be-
coming blurred. As her thoughts become drowned out a dis-
tant ringing begins, getting louder and louder, draining out
all noise from the outside.

Oh this is the best part… she’s starting to remember. Do you
realise how many times she has remembered? She doesn't ,
no better put she wont, it’s too much for her mind to han-
dle…

Her mind is now blank, void of any thought that may come to
her except… the memories.













“How long have I...

Been stuck here?!”

The girl wept as she realised that her story was a doomed one.
Was she crazy? Was her nightmare real? You will never know
reader…. You will never know. Because this is where her story
ends…

The girl decided to end the nightmare, she choses her own fate
and she alone will have control over it.

I assume you know what happens next… Well then, farewell
reader.

Oh and before I go… I wanted to inform you that the girls mem-
ories have become twisted, the rest of her story becomes… how
do I say it… convoluted from here on out. Farewell...