Everywhere I go, I keep seeing him. In the corner of my eye, in the darkest shadows of my bedroom, behind the trees in the forest. Why is he standing there? I don't know. Is he protecting me? Is he waiting for the right moment to strike? Is he just watching me? Again, I don't know. Every night, I hear a little girl giggling in my home. I hear distorted voices, things moving, and taps and knocks on my window. I see hazy, black mists in my bedroom, black ooze coming from my closet, and shadows moving. When I tell these things to my friends and family, do they believe me? Do they think I'm telling the truth and that I'm still sane? No. No, they don't. But why? I don't know. If life becomes a nightmare, you can't wake up from it. There's no escaping the nightmare you have now entered. The only way out, is Death. But sometimes that doesn't even work. I'm not sure how much longer I can stay sane for. But I'm still holding onto the little bit of sane I still have. What's next to come? I'm not sure. I guess I'll just have to wait and find out.