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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Don't you?
Don't you just love the sound of the night dragging endlessly on?
The crashing and banging of something outside. Scratching at the wall behind me. The subtle noises the closet door handle makes when he realizes I've blocked it off tonight. I've got every door and closet blocked. He got too close yesterday. Too close. I don't like it. What does he want? Why so focused on me? Maybe I'll never know.
I'm waiting for sunrise. He can't use doors after the sun is up. Too much sunlight you see. Positive energy hurts him. That much I know for sure.
I can't keep doing this.
The crashing and banging of something outside. Scratching at the wall behind me. The subtle noises the closet door handle makes when he realizes I've blocked it off tonight. I've got every door and closet blocked. He got too close yesterday. Too close. I don't like it. What does he want? Why so focused on me? Maybe I'll never know.
I'm waiting for sunrise. He can't use doors after the sun is up. Too much sunlight you see. Positive energy hurts him. That much I know for sure.
I can't keep doing this.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Life and other extreme sports...
Life has been hard. 2010 was harder.
I lost nearly everything last year. My marriage fell apart, I was evicted and my father, the only person in my entire family who cared has gone missing.
I don't know how much of it is connected honestly.
Everything is just so convoluted anymore. That tends to happen when your mind is home to two additional people and you're dealing with a closet dwelling stalker.
I'm 23 years old and I'm on the wrong side of the looking glass.
Big bad, as I refer to the thing in my closet, has been living in my closets since I was 5 years old. He's never been aggressive in the "I'm going to end your life" sense. But he's always there. Watching with that horrifying smile and those empty blue eyes.
When I say He's always there I mean it. even if I crash at a friend's house, there he is once everyone has gone to bed walking through any handy door way to stare at me. It's like he's waiting for something.
I lock up when I see him. Can't scream, can't look away. There's just this primal fear.
I don't know what he is or why he's latched onto my life. But I'm going to find out. I have to find out.
I lost nearly everything last year. My marriage fell apart, I was evicted and my father, the only person in my entire family who cared has gone missing.
I don't know how much of it is connected honestly.
Everything is just so convoluted anymore. That tends to happen when your mind is home to two additional people and you're dealing with a closet dwelling stalker.
I'm 23 years old and I'm on the wrong side of the looking glass.
Big bad, as I refer to the thing in my closet, has been living in my closets since I was 5 years old. He's never been aggressive in the "I'm going to end your life" sense. But he's always there. Watching with that horrifying smile and those empty blue eyes.
When I say He's always there I mean it. even if I crash at a friend's house, there he is once everyone has gone to bed walking through any handy door way to stare at me. It's like he's waiting for something.
I lock up when I see him. Can't scream, can't look away. There's just this primal fear.
I don't know what he is or why he's latched onto my life. But I'm going to find out. I have to find out.
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