A lot of people think that having a demon living inside of your head is an awful thing. And it is. But to the victum, it’s more quiet than anything. It will be loud at first. The demon must break you down before making making a home in your body. They have to make you scared — make you question your sanity. That’s the worst part. Because you know they are always there, watching and waiting. They do stupid little things here and there to freak you out. For example: a picture of me and my grandmother kept falling off my desk. I thought it was my grandmother watching over me. So I tried to contact her. That was was knocked over all the other dominos. I lit some candles around my room and turned my light off. The candles caused shadows to dance across my walls, which added an eerie feeling to the environment. I sat in the middle of my floor and called out to her. At first, it was completely quiet. So quiet in fact that I swear I could hear my own heart beating. My palms were sweaty. All of sudden, the excitement that I was feeling earlier to try to contact my grandma was gone. It was replaced with absolute dread. I felt cold and I felt more alone than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I’m introverted and I love being by myself, so I spend a lot of time in my room. But this was different. I’m not even sure if I can describe it. It was like I suddenly had the knowledge that I would never feel close with another human being again. I would never be able to connect with anybody again. I could feel eyes on me. From the dark. I was so cold, but it was in the middle of summer. Why am I so cold? That night, I ran to turn my lights on and jumped into my bed. And after that, it only got worse. Items went missing. Doors slamming. Lights turning on after I turned them off. Then I started losing time. It started out only losing about 5 minutes. Then 5 minutes turned into 5 hours. And sometimes I would even lose a whole day. Once time began to escape me, I stopped seeing things. But the nightmares started to haunt me. One in particular, I remember sitting in the middle of a red room. There was no furniture in the room and no windows. There wasn’t even a door. It was just me. Someone lightly touched my shoulder. I turned. I will never forget those eyes. They weren’t even evil. What I saw was so much worse because it was nothing. I saw absolutely nothing in them. No evil. No good. No emotion of any kind. Just... Emptiness. In a flash, their hand was down my throat. They brought their face right up to mine and smiled. They shoved their hand farther down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I choked and gagged and clawed at their greyish arm. They broke my jaw. After that nightmare, I had no more. This is where the silence comes in that I told you about. I was always in that red room. But there was a bed in there this time. A big comfy one with silk sheets. I slept a lot. I was always tired. The only time I come to is when I look in the mirror. It’s almost like when I stare at my own reflection, I’m opening the blinds. I know that it’s supposed to be me, but something isn’t right. I look like I’ve lost weight. My face is very boney now. I can see my collarbone too. I don’t even have that tan anymore that I used to take so much pride in. It was replaced with some awful pale version, with a grey tint to it. I had a sore on the side of my mouth and I don’t even remember getting it. My eyes... They look just like the ones from my dream. The girl looking back at me looked like some off-brand version of me. It was something else. That can’t be me. How can that be me? As if willed to do something by something else, I grabbed a hold of my finger and broke it. It did not hurt. Then I broke another one. And by the time I broke my third finger, my reflection smiled at me. It was the same smile.