i'd be a different person if this was fiction.
I sat with my eyes closed, hoping then when i open them it would be over. Not again, no not again! I could hear it clear because it was in my ear. Right next to me, I couldn't feel any cold breath, even some sign of reality would be more of a comfort at this moment. No, all I could feel was the presence through the whispers. All the letters were sharp, as if the letters themselves could inflict harm. The fact that the chant/incantation was in an indeterminate language made me fear more. I am afraid not to know. Thats why they open the closet, thats why they enter the house, and is cursing me. Red. Varying streaks in front of it. Almostl like water, but water would be real. Red is an unexplainably mobile face floating beside my bed. The face is generalized to the point of where the only thing that is clear are the sunken eyes and the mouth forming hte words that strip at my comfort.
