It was a cold Wednesday night, in the middle of November. As everyone was prepping for their thanksgiving dinner I grieve the loss of my family. As I watch the snow fall from the sky I wonder what is out there? Who is watching? Anxiety floods heavy. I have to rush outside to getting the wood for my fireplace. As I look into the woods I see the snow, sun is going down and it’s getting dark. I hear a crack as if someone stepped on the branch, I shout “who is out there?” I slowly start to head towards my house and something hit me in the back of the head. As I reach for my head I slowly realize I’m alone in the dark. Was this reality or another one of my hallucinations? As I gather my thoughts I slowly drift away.