In the dark of the night, I can see them. Crawling in the shadows of my room. Under the warmth of my sheets. I cannot just ignore them for it is what I see that haunts me and brings tears to my eyes. I fear these things that I see. I do not wish to see them, they are just THERE. I cannot fathom why I see such things. It’s not like I can just tell them to go away. They will always haunt me. The rare times I see these dark figures are the times I think I fear the most. The times where they creep through the shadows, coming to my vision. It doesn’t happen enough to be an issue, but it happens enough to be expected. And for me that is enough to make it rough. Enough to be upsetting. No human should see something not there, the horror of it is enough of a shock. Hearing things that are not actually there sucks just as much as seeing these shadows as such. You can hide under the covers but the distorted voice will come to you through the sheet, you cannot run from it, you cannot hide from it. You are stuck in this hell, you are stuck with your own paranoia. You cannot outrun it.