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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes — die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.

Edgar Allan Poe

Mots clés mysteries secrets mystery

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Mum was pregnant, then there was Sharron. [...]

I wanted to keep him away from her - but for the wrong reasons. In my head he was mine, he was my special person but, of course, as I was getting older, his interest in me was waning anyway. I don't know whether it was because he had lost interest in me, or because the abuse elsewhere was so horrific, particularly without him in my life to make things seem better but, whatever the reason, I soon moved from wanted him to leave Sharron alone for my sake, to wanting him to leave her alone for the right reasons. She was tiny, just a toddler, and the thought of him touching her or abusing her horrified me. I started trying to attract his attention whenever he looked at her. I'd dance, I'd sing, I'd sit on his lap. I'd do a hundred things that were completely out of character - anything, anything to avoid seeing that look in his eye when he glanced at the baby.
I knew that he was planing to do to her what he had done to me. I tried to get in the way, I tried to get him to play with me, but once Sharron was about three, the penny finally dropped. I had always thought he wasn't in the same category as the others; they weren't nice, and he always was. But as she began to replace me, it made me face up to things. What Uncle Andrew did wasn't right. [...]
Even though I loved my uncle, and craved his attention, the thought of him coming into my bed was starting to repulse me. sharron slept in my bed, too, by then, and I wanted that to continue because I wanted to protect her.
Of course, there were plenty of times when I wasn't there. I was still being taken away to be abused. I was at school; Sharon was often left unprotected. Something must have been happening because she started wetting the bed almost every night. This was a sign that even I couldn't turn away from. Sharon was being abused. I was sure of it. But I wouldn't stand for it, not for much longer.
p209-2010

Laurie Matthew

Mots clés fear silence secrets denial society-denial survivors child-abuse victims child-sexual-abuse incest paedophile organised-abuse organized-abuse paedophile-ring pedophiles child-sex-ring silencing-children

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Secrets have an unfortunate way of spreading far beyond those they were intended for.

Haley Fisher

Mots clés secrets rising-calm

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I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.
And buried.

Simona Panova

Mots clés truth romantic lies romance death secret lie dead lying secrets mystery suspense hidden gothic young-adult agree hide secretive buried freya remain cardew

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I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.
Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

Simona Panova

Mots clés life truth love lies beauty romance safety embrace live secret lie danger dead lying secrets mystery true suspense hidden gothic young-adult comfort safe mysterious beautiful colours soothing dangerous hide cold warmth sharp luxury comfortable irresistible loved warm endearing protect secretive pillow smooth protective goth luxurious endear irresistibly isolate satin

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The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.

Simona Panova

Mots clés love romantic frost vision world god romance silence sinister dark darkness dream secret myth secrets trees mystery worship brothers gods sacrifice haunted ritual visions ancient tree gothic tower forest unknown young-adult mythology atmospheric deity land mysterious brotherhood atmosphere nightmare coldness brother cold numb heard forbidden occult order ghost silent rite pine occultism secretive ominous realm gothic-romance mute grey goth gray deities haunt severe nightmarish resemble noiseless benumbed forbid mystify mystifying tremendous