I was given a second chance. I used to be a very bad person, but after certain events, my entire life and personality changed for the better. I will tell you my story from the very beginning, before the visits and the dreams came, before I was scared into becoming who I am today.
It all started in school. I was about 16 at the time. I had a handful of friends, two male ones who were pretty cool and four or five girl ones, who were all the typical girly girls you’d imagine seeing in chick flicks. Over emotional, bitchy, constantly chatting about how ‘terrible’ someone’s dress looked on some night and of course, the most painful girly trait in the world, worrying about their weight and thinking they were fat –even though they were skinny as sticks.
I used to be a bit of an outcast, I was different from the other girls. A tomboy if you will. I played video games all day, played with toy dinosaurs rather than Barbies, wore baggy clothing, never did my hair and played in dirt. So naturally I had more male friends than female ones, but that never truly bothered me until I met a special boy.
To me it was like love on first sight, but he seemed to only like the stereotypical girl, so I changed. I became bitchy, I started gossiping, even changed my clothing, wore make-up, did my nails and stopped talking about games and horror movies during school hours.
Sure, I made many friends this way, I became more popular because I fit in with the crowd, but I was quite unhappy. Even unhappier when I found that that the boy I liked, still didn’t like me back, despite that I changed more into a girl of his taste. I became very angry, but instead of blaming myself, I blamed others.
I have become an even bigger bitch. I was jealous of every girl that had a boyfriend, had terrible thoughts about them and the things I wanted to do. Heck, sometimes I’d stare at some random pedestrian walking past me in town, imagining me tearing their skin off piece by piece.
It was then, after my friends started to abandon me for becoming who I was, that I turned sadistic and actually somewhat insane. Well more insane.
At home I’d write stories about my sadistic fantasies, go into detail about how I used potato peelers to filet the skin off of humans and bathe in their flesh and blood. About how I would rape their mutilated, still breathing bodies, about the moans I mixed in with their screams of agony.
Eventually, I stopped eating healthy rations of food. I pushed my family away, what few friends I had as well. I locked myself in my room for hours, convulsing with ecstasy at my own twisted fantasies and they were not going to stop any time soon. I was so lost in my own sexual and psychopathic desires I never even noticed that I was being watched by something.
The first time I ‘encountered’ this other worldly being was on a quiet afternoon in the middle of July. My parents had left the house for one reason or another and my brother had long moved out into his own apartment with his girlfriend. I was lying on the pale blue couch in my room, staring at the wooden, large closet in front of me.
I had a drink standing on the small, dark brown coffee table, liquid dripping down the side of the glass from the ice cold coke I had poured into it. Without truly noticing it, I fell asleep. There was nothing more to do anyway, my laptop was in the other corner of my room, quietly playing a song from the band Red, which I had gotten addicted to at the time and I had no TV or any other form of entertainment in my room.
As I drifted off, this being entered the room. I wasn’t exactly conscious at the time, but I could feel a chill scratching at my skin and giving me goosebumps. It was when I was unable to move that I noticed I must have dozed off and was dreaming. I get dreams like that occasionally. Dreams that feel so insanely real, you can’t even tell you are asleep and they usually don’t grant you the luxury of feeling well rested, after you wake up, either.
I wasn’t afraid at the time. I simply figured it was just one of those dreams and that I would wake up, still feeling insanely tired. Little did I know of what awaited me, but even if I had known, I wouldn’t have tried to force myself to awaken.
This invisible being came closer. I could feel the cold aura from it chill me like a saw blade cutting deep into my flesh. I couldn’t move, so all I still saw was my large closet and no matter how much I strained myself, I could not turn to glance at this being.
Not that I needed to. I could feel its presence clearly and it radiated with evil and yet with kindness. It was both malevolent and benevolent. For some strange reason, feeling it being there, right behind the couch; watching me; inspecting me, I felt a little nervous and comforted.
It was the most unexplainable feeling. It’s hard to put my thoughts and emotions from that moment into words; it may as well be quite possible that a word to describe that sensation doesn’t even exist in any human language.
It touched my shoulder. I still couldn’t move. I wanted to flinch so badly, my fingers were twitching and my palms were getting sweaty at the desire of running away or at least being able to stare this thing straight in the eye.
I could feel it leaning closer, it’s deathly-cold breath tickling the tiny hair on my cheek and neck and it quietly whispered into my ear.
“I’ll come back… if you believe.”
Right after that, I jolted awake, sitting up with my heart pounding like a sledgehammer. The presence disappeared and I could do as I pleased again. Without a second thought I stood up straight, spinning around to double check my room, but relaxed when I found nothing.
A quiet laugh left my lips and I brushed the whole experience off as a crazy dream, though the next encounter wouldn’t be so easy to brush off.
It happened soon after I had the strange dream after dozing off on my tiny couch. I was sitting at my laptop, writing another one of my amateur stories, using them to vent my bent up aggressions and any other negative feeling I kept cooped up in my being. My closed door opened by itself; well so it seemed – and slowly creaked open.
I sensed that someone had come into the room, but didn’t bother to look towards the door or even tear my eyes even slightly away from the screen and simply called out a ‘What?’. When I received no answer I finally dared to look and saw nothing.
With a shake of my head I got up, walked over to the silver colored door and closed it, pushing extra tight to make sure it was properly closed and wouldn’t spring open again. The lock was a little broken so it does tend to do that when there’s even a slight draft
I went back to my laptop and continued my sadistic writing, when again the door opened. It wasn’t possible, I made sure it was properly closed. Someone had to be pulling a prank on me, trying to unnerve or even scare me. But it takes a lot more than ‘eerily’ opening a door to get to me.
Again I closed it and this time leaned another chair I had in the room against it, to make sure it would actually stay closed. As I went to sit down, I noticed something odd. My chair had been moved back just a little bit, as if someone made some room to sit down on it. It stopped me in my tracks for a few moments, but I simply sat down again, pulling the chair closer to the desk.
Just as I got settled in however, I could feel someone touching my shoulders, almost as if they were going to get ready to give me a tender massage. I tensed.
My eyes went wide as dinner plates, my muscles hard as rock and twitching a little, but I could not move. I was frozen in place like a marble statue. The cold radiating off of the entity didn’t help my current state.
It didn’t move after that.
It just stayed there, behind me; its hands still resting on my shoulders and its chilling aura freezing me to my very core. Once I felt the familiarity of the being, I began to relax, as I did the first time I encountered this thing. Even though I was cold and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up, I didn’t feel threatened by the intruder.
We stayed like this for what seemed like eternity, neither of us moving an inch. I didn’t dare to look at it and the being refused to move his hands to another part of my body or away from it. I felt helpless in that situation; no matter how relaxed I had gotten in its presence. Finally, I decided to make the first move and slowly leaned forward, as its touch never faded.
I started to wonder what it wanted. Was it here to creep me out? Did it seek shelter? A home? Or did it just get off on watching me? Whatever it may or may not have desired, I doubt I was going to find out any time soon. I could have asked, as I remember it could talk to me, but I decided to simply stay quiet as a church mouse.
Leaning back in the seat again and gently leaning my head back against the invisible form, its hands finally moved for the first time. They slid along the sides of my neck, up my cheeks; fingertips touching my eyelashes and lids with a feather soft touch before resting on top of my head. I could feel it brushing through my hair before simply disappearing without a trace.
I wasn’t sure what the point of that visit was, but I tried my hardest not to give it more thought and simply carry on with my day. Which proved a bit hard in the beginning, but I quickly overshadowed any thoughts about this entity, once I got back into writing my story.
A few nights after the second visit, is when the nightmares started; if I can even call them that. They felt so insanely real, that I could hardly call them mental illusions, to me, they were the closest thing to reality that I had felt in a while now. I drifted off as I did most nights, going into a deep and relaxing sleep.
Though I woke up at exactly 3:13AM, or at least I thought I did. I could move my eyes and gaze about my darkened room. The bright green numbers of my alarm clock on a nightstand, which was about four feet from my bed, brightly showed the time. My laptop was also on, the little green and orange LED’s lighting up at the front to give the room just a faintly stronger glow.
I could hear the music quietly playing from the portable computer. I always had music on at night, it helped me fall asleep and to calm me down. I could make out silhouettes of objects in my room, like the chair in front of my laptop, some clothing on the floor and faint outlines of my couch.
As usual the dark would make me see things, like the shirt I hung over my chair almost made it look like someone was sitting there, but we all know what darkness and faint light does to our eyes. I let out a long sigh and shut my eyes to try and drift off again, in hopes of sleeping more than just a few hours this time.
As darkness engulfed my vision, I found myself unable to open my eyelids again. I wish I could though as I heard the lock on my door click and the silver door slowly creaked open. I never minded when it did that, but being unable to move a single muscle made me feel so helpless, a little feeling of terror washed over me and consumed my entire person.
I know it’s that thing again! Why won’t it just go away? Or at least tell me what it wants? I was starting to get really angry with it and could feel it inching closer. The all too familiar ghostly frost covered my blanket, slowly seeping through to cause me to feel cold. It got stronger each time this entity came and the stronger it got the more…dead… I felt.
I felt alive and yet as if I was decaying. As if post mortem was setting in and my spirit was trapped within its meat suit. My skin and flesh felt like ice and yet my heart was still warm, my mouth still wet and the blood was still pumping through my veins.
The weight on my bed shifted behind my back. Was it actually sitting behind me? It was. I could feel it leaning down to me… or was it looming over me? I couldn’t quite tell, it simply felt like it was all around me, like an energy field hugging me.
It whispered to me again, louder than last time.
“I will have you as my own, you cannot escape me… you will be mine for all eternity.”
Its words entered my mind and paraded around in my thoughts for a while, until I woke up. As quickly as I could, I sat upright, jumped out of bed and ran to the nearest light switch to flick it on. I saw a shadowy figure move in the corner of my eye, but when I gazed in that direction, it was already gone.
I will not let this creature taunt me! Haunting me at day is bad enough, but how dare it haunt me in my sleep now too? It has no right to steal the peace of night; it was the only thing I had left after it would refuse to leave me alone during broad daylight.
After I calmed down, I simply turned the light off again and crawled back in between my blood red and black sheets, rubbing myself into the soft fabrics like a cat writhes around on carpets or in grass. Without giving it much thought, I glanced at the clock, inspecting the neon green numbers briefly before closing my eyes with a faint smile.
Wait, something was wrong. I looked again. I couldn’t believe it. It was only 12:37AM. I had barely been sleeping for 12 minutes? How is that even possible? And why would I have seen a different time in my dream? All of this was making less and less sense, but I tried my hardest to simply brush it all off as a bad dream. All of it, the encounters at day and at night, they’re just dreams; illusions that my twisted head came up with.
The next five days that followed after that strange nightmare were perfectly normal. I had no more encounters with it, no more insanely strange dreams, no nightmares nothing, but to be honest, during that time I avoided my room a lot. I took a habit of falling asleep in front of the TV in the living room upstairs, which had my PS3 hooked to it.
I just got the newest Supernatural Season; season 4. And I was more than anxious to watch it. I would write my stories during the day and then grab a blanket and a body pillow, grab some snacks and drinks and watch one DvD every night and then fall asleep.
On the sixth and last disk however, this being had returned. I was in the middle of an episode when I felt a chilling air seep into the living-room. I huddled up further into my blanket, wrapping it tightly around myself and hugging the top of it against my neck to keep warm. I looked like a newborn baby, wrapped up as a little bundle of cloth.
But alas, it was pointless.
The cold, it went right through the fabrics of my duvet and crawled along my legs, slowly finding its way to my chest before stopping; briefly. Finally, it engulfed my entire body and caused me to shake. I knew exactly what was happening, but this time I was free to move as I pleased.
I could distinctly feel it shifting closer to me, almost as if it was seeking warmth; though at the moment I would have none to give. Still, it’s moving closer and closer. It practically moved on top of me and then ceased any further movement. It was simply lying on top of me.
Was it watching the show? Was it watching me? Keeping me safe? Or was it harming me in ways I couldn’t tell? Whatever it was doing, it’s making me very uncomfortable. I started to shift, trying to escape my own blanket, but the entity wouldn’t let me budge. It held me down with an unseen force and kept me close to it.
I wasn’t a person who would easily feel claustrophobic, but this situation even made me uncomfortable and I felt the adrenaline pump through my veins, as panic ceased control of me. Even in my state of wiggling my body, squirming in its tight grasp and short breaths, it refused to let me move.
“LET ME MOVE ALREADY!” I screamed loudly and just like that it was gone.
I fell off the couch, kicking the blanket away from my person and quickly stood up. Taking deep and slow breaths to calm down, I slowly sat back down on it, burying my face in my hands and felt the entity creep up on me again. Just when I thought things were looking up it comes back and taunts me again, even scares me this time.
It kept moving closer and closer. Angrily I grabbed the pillow and threw it in the beings direction, yelling for it to go away. I choked back tears, as my breath became shaky and I felt a change in the atmosphere. I couldn’t tell if it was for better or for worse, but right after that, it disappeared and I was finally alone again.
It took me a few minutes to fully relax again, to get my breathing and heart rate back to its usual, steady pace, but even when I had calmed myself down, I couldn’t get comfortable on the couch again. The feeling that it may return never faded and it was one of my first of many restless nights.
After that encounter, nightmares poured into my head, day or night, I simply couldn’t escape them. I started to develop a case of insomnia. I was afraid to sleep and would drink Monster or Relentless to keep myself awake for as long as I could and if I did sleep, I’d set alarms for half an hour later to make sure I could not slumber long enough to dream.
However none of it truly helped, if anything it made my condition worse.
I dreamt about the sadistic things I wrote, only instead of me doing it to others, they were done to me by unseen, dark entities. The pain was excruciating, my screams of agony filled my head and whatever dark room my mind had created. It was scary being so helpless while others would maim your body so, but among the fear and screams of pain, I also got a tingling sensation.
Even at the moments where my flesh would be torn clean off of my bones and I could not fight back tears and screams, while begging for mercy, I got off on my own misery. I enjoyed feeling and seeing my life essence, my blood, seeping out. Spraying on my assailants, dripping into the darkness below and my body especially became dewy when I could watch as they peeled my skin off.
Sometimes it was done by people I knew, as well. Friends; family, out to kill me or me killing them in cold blood, but… I got used to them. They stopped scaring me away from my much needed rest and eventually I just went to bed normally again.
No more alarms, drinking can after can of energy drink or any other way to force myself awake. I simply accepted my nightmares as what they are and decided to live with them. Though, I should have known that this was only the beginning.
One night, I went to bed at around 12AM, which had become a normal time for me. I would sleep to about 10AM and then go to bed at midnight. The dreams I had calmed down a little, but the one I had tonight, shook my very being to the core.
As tired as I was, I could not fall asleep. I tossed and turned, shifted and writhed between the sheets. Every position was comfortable, I was warm and hugged tightly by my red and black dragon blanket, while I was cuddling with my body pillow. Yet to no avail. I could simply not doze off.
I glanced at the clock a few times. 12:31AM. 1:47AM. 2:13AM. Time slipped by, minutes seemed like seconds and hours seemed like minutes. I glanced one last time. 2:59AM. And then all I remember was darkness. I finally managed to drift off into my dreamland.
For no obvious reason, I woke up. I felt groggy, almost as if someone had hit me over the head with a shovel. My vision was blurry, but I still tried to toss a gaze over at my clock, tiredly reading the numbers displayed on it. 3:11AM.
I couldn’t believe it. Only twelve minutes of sleep? No wonder my head was pounding like this. I let out a frustrated groan, shutting my eyes in an attempt to simply doze off again and sleep some more, but then it happened. The door.
It opened. Eerily creaked with every inch it opened further. I was still in full control of my body, so I figured I must have been awake and that this ‘thing’ was coming back to taunt me. It hasn’t’ been around in weeks, but I was already annoyed. So I sat up, rubbed my eyes with all the determination I could muster to yell at it and tell it go away again as I did on our last encounter.
Slowly my eyelids opened again and there it was; in front of my bed, staring at me with hollow, bright pale-green eyes. Its body looked fairly humanoid –though it was ethereal and lit up in a slightly darker green than its deathly orbs-, its fingers long and pointy and in general, it seemed to have a rather muscular build. It was giving off a strange and faint blue light, which was glowing all around it like a frosty aura.
I froze on the spot. My eyes wide, my skin pale and my hands subconsciously clutching the still warm blanket, wrapped around the lower part of my body. Quickly, I averted my eyes away, looking to the right and towards the floor. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I tried to hide my fear or to at least not be disrespectful. There was no point in making it angry… if it wasn’t already.
It just stood there for a few moments. My gaze still cast to the ground and it, still staring at me. It reached down with its hand, touching the blanket at the spot where my foot was. It didn’t feel cold anymore. Actually, it felt more like it was radiating with pure energy. Though its touch still sent a cool wave through the fabrics, it made me feel warmer.
It’s almost as if this being’s fingers could reach through the duvet and touch my skin directly. Gradually it moved a bit further up. It gently touched my ankles, then my lower leg before disappearing into the night, as it had done every night.
For a strange reason I felt insanely drowsy after that. Had it sucked the last bit of my life out of me or somehow made me tired to force me to sleep again? One way or another I could not help but fall onto the bed, lying on my back and instantly drifted into darkness.
All around me was just darkness. Not the kind that you’re thinking of. It wasn’t simply ‘dark’, like a moonless night. There was no gentle purple or blue tint to the black that surrounded me. There was simply nothing. I can’t even say it was black, it truly was just an empty void. My room had disappeared and so had my bed.
I woke up lying on nothing. I felt like I was floating in space and that’s what it looked like too when I glanced down at my feet, hoping I could see the ground. Never before had I seen anything like this, never felt what I was at that moment.
I was scared. I felt lonely… and empty. Sure, I have fears like flying, heights and getting injections, but this… this place brought forth a whole new feeling of terror. The longer I gazed about, the more alone I felt, even though I knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. I felt hollow eyes staring at me from all around, inaudible laughter taunting me, hungry lips teasing me with their smirks and vicious smiles and then there was ‘it’.
Amongst all the evil that engulfed me within this void, I could sense this being. The one that has been visiting me for what seemed like my whole life; it’s here too, watching me just like the others did. I heard no sounds, but I could feel it approaching me and for some strange reason, I stopped seeing the entity as an ‘it’ but came to sense it as a ‘him’.
“Wh-where am I?” I whispered; my voice shaky and unstable.
He made no effort to answer. Instead he kneeled down behind me, his glowing knees beside me while his gentle and yet sharp fingers ran gingerly through my hair. He was silent and so was I. There were no words that needed to be spoken at this moment; his hand caressing me, said more than his mouth ever could.
Slowly he placed his knees down onto the ground, hugging me in a tight embrace and pulled me tightly against his toned chest, his head rested on mine. I was afraid still. I wasn’t even sure how I could tell at this moment, my heart was not pounding, my mind was shut off and my muscles were not tense; in fact, to me it seemed more like I was simply a spirit, without flesh and blood.
Then, I heard whispers. They were too quiet for me to tell what they were mumbling, which frightened me more. Were they talking about me? About us? About him? Or were they just echoes of chattering from long ago? I tried listening and the longer I did, the louder these voices became. Gradually, they started to fade out, one by one; until only one single voice was left.
I knew that voice, it was all too familiar to me and it had haunted my mind for a while. I completely forgot about it however, but now, all the memories are flooding back. Every second that I spent scared or comforted by this ‘man’s’ presence.
I slowly tilted my head to the side, so I could get a peek at this being; holding me, from the corner of my eyes. I didn’t want to move too much, afraid that he may go away and leave me alone in a place like this or worse. I saw his jaw moving; faintly, almost as if he was the one speaking. He had no mouth however, not even a nose or indications of any ‘natural’ cavities, except for his eyes. Those were the only things making him seem even slightly realistic.
His eyes shot down to look at me, wide and deathly hollow, just like the first time I saw him standing at my bed not too long ago. They held no emotion whatsoever; they were as empty as the place ‘he’ dragged me to.
“You’re in my world now.” He spoke in a very low and husky voice, the same words echoing around me in whispers. “You cannot escape me here.”
Before I could answer, I felt a sharp pain on my wrist. As I looked down I saw one of his nail-like fingers had sliced my skin clean open. Just a little tiny scratch, barely deep or long enough to draw more than a few drops of blood.
“I tried protecting you… warning you.” His voice trailed off, again accompanied by the quiet and faint whispers. He seemed almost as if he was feeling guilty or sad. “But you would not listen. You forced my hand…”
My body began to shake uncontrollably. I knew I could never escape him, but it was not the moment of feeling helpless or alone that made me tremble in terror; it was the thought of what he was going to do to me.
The entity started to heat up, the glow becoming ever so stronger and engulfing me as well. It felt pure, not just like pure energy, but good… divine almost. Like a tainted angel wrapping its blackened wings around me and soothing me with its twisted and predator like touch. I felt the burning sensation intensify.
Every single sweat gland my body had begun to go into over drive; my breathing turned to pants and as I tried to fan myself with my hands, this being got a tight grip on both of my wrists. He punctured my skin again. I could barely even feel the pain from it, but he kept pushing his nails in deeper and deeper.
As if the heat was not bad enough; the pain he was causing me now easily overshadowed the fact I was sweating all over.
When he let go of me, the wounds disappeared as well. The blood that already had escaped the puncture wound was still trickling down my arm, but the holes had vanished, as if he had never even touched me. Only the scratch he inflicted to me at the beginning of this hellish adventure was still present at the moment.
But after that he simply stopped everything he was doing. The radiating glow faded to its normal state, his hands were soft and tenderly touching me again and his head was gently pushing against my head; almost caringly again.
I was confused, scared and cold. The sudden frost invading the air; it burned me to the core. It burned more than fire, it was cooler than anything I have ever experienced in my life and it was once a comforting feeling, but now? Now it simply was menacing and eerie.
I couldn’t hold it anymore. My pride was broken; ‘I’ was broken. I could no longer control my emotions and began to cry; hot and sticky tears ran down my cheeks and the sobbing caused my inhaling to be shaky and almost make it sound like I was choking on my own breath.
For too long have I cramped up all feelings inside of me. All the sadness, anger, fear; it was only a matter of time before the balloon was too full and would pop and all the bottled up feelings would burst through the dam and would unleash the most devastating tidal-wave my body has and ever will experience.
And just like that, the entity stood up, pulling away from me and slowly turned around. Before I could beg him to stay, he already walked away in slow and graceful steps, quickly fading into the nothingness that surrounded us. I could still hear his whispers, even after I jolted awake and found myself back in my room; hugging my pillow and blanket, as if they were the only thing stopping me from dying.
I looked in the mirror not long after I had that strange experience and saw myself differently. I was sickly pale, thick and dark black rings decorated the skin under my eyes and my irises seemed to have lost all light and life they once held within them. I looked dead.
Just to make sure I actually wasn’t, I put my hand on my neck and let out a sigh of relief when I faintly felt my pulse. It’s also then when I noticed that my skin was not only as pale as the walls, it was just as cold as well. I was drained of my life and barely holding on.
The pain, the emptiness; that freezing atmosphere burning my flesh, all those things were still fresh in my mind, as if I was still in that void, being hurt by the very thing I came to trust. The more I got lost within my mind, within those memories; the more the truth dawned to me.
He hadn’t betrayed me. He only tried to help me understand… that is what was coming to me. It wasn’t an empty place; it was filled with all the sins and darkness this world has created. The burning, the pain, even the healing; it was all part of their perfectly devised torture plans.
Destroy someone, tear them apart, burn them, do whatever they could to cause as much agony as possible, while at the same time healing the victims wound, so the suffering would never ever, come to an end. The darkness, the unseen eyes staring, the mouths wanting to devour your very being and especially the absolute emptiness; it could only mean one thing.
I was in Hell.
I got a sneak peek at the afterlife. Of what was coming towards me if I kept up my current lifestyle. That just had to be it, what else could he and the things he said possibly mean? Was I given a second chance? Is that why I was allowed to escape; to wake up?
No matter which it was or even if I was completely wrong, I had to change; I needed to become a good person again, the person I was before. The one that would help old ladies cross the road, help lost or injured animals or give strangers money if they truly needed it. I don’t believe in second chances, but what did I truly have to lose?
This life was not getting me anywhere; it drove away the last of my friends, my family, I had no education, no future, no plans, I was truly lost. I could slap myself right now for not realizing this sooner; that being never wanted to truly harm me.
But what was it? Was it a demon? An angel? Or none of the above? Personally, I would go more towards demon, even if it felt benevolent at times, it harmed me, scared me and stalked me wherever I went and whenever I was alone and even in my sleep. I have never heard of an angel doing anything like that and why would they?
I never believed in Heaven nor in Hell until today. I can’t say for sure if there actually is a Heaven out there, with open gates for any saint and innocent soul, but I can tell you this.
There most certainly is a Hell. I’ve seen it and barely escaped it.
To this very day I never saw the being again. I made new friends; I became a better person again, started to make-up for lost time with my family and stopped writing my sadistic stories. I still write and I also draw, sometimes dark and macabre things, but nothing worse than what you’d find in a Stephen King or Nancy Kilpatrick novel.
I can still feel him however. Watching me. Everywhere I go, I know he’s there too, watching over me or simply stalking me. It doesn’t matter. As long as he’s there, I at least know that I will never be alone again.