All the stories he wrote

She was the cure of his death...but he was her death. Beam Redmann wrote stories,stories that mostly gives people epiphany regarding how people live...and life itself.Contrary to that,his life was in need for help.His soul was endlessly crying out for someone to dig him up from the grave he dug for himself.He kept hiding in those curtains.Darkness and frozen solitude were the only things that kept him going,with writing those hoax he made for him to believe...and what kept him alive.