“I‘m sitting in the corner, my muscles are stiff from sitting still so long. I’m writing this by the light of my flashlight while I can’t hear the thing moving around.

I don't know what it is, and I don't know where it came from. At night, it stalks around my house or just stares at me. During the day it seems to vanish, slink away to whatever pit it emerged from. But I could always feel its eyes on me, I knew it was still watching. I could see its shadow under the doors of unoccupied rooms, gazing at me from behind cracked doors, peering through anywhere the shadows gather. I saw it wearing the appearance of my loved ones, of old friends and family. I tried to run, but every door displays that thing just outside. Sometimes I feel like I can almost hear it laughing at me. I wanted it to go away. I wanted this to end. So, 2 days ago, I shot it through the glass of the front door.

It only made things worse.

From that night on, it was now within my home. The sounds aren’t just “house noises” and I can’t convince myself that things will get better. It scratches at the windows and doors from the inside, taunting me.

I know it’s still here. A few moments ago, I could hear it moving, opening doors and searching for me. But I know it doesn’t have to search. It knows exactly where I am. I’ve seen it in the corner of my room several times now, watching me.

I know it’s there while I sleep. It knows, and it knows that I know. It's so skinny it looks like it doesn't have any muscle at all… the sound has returned. Scratching at the walls, opening doors to rooms it knows are empty, enjoying my terror. I heard it shuffling around my room, deliberately avoiding the corner. Surely morning should have come by now. My watch tells me that it should have been morning over 2 days ago. I don’t know what to do. I can’t escape. It has me now. This night will never end. Morning will never come. I’m trapped, it knows it.

It’s calling my name. I don’t know how it knows, but it does.

I can’t stand this anymore, but I won’t give this sick abomination the satisfaction of killing me.”

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