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Lately I've been having these visions when I am about to sleep, ones of death and pain. Suffering and torture. It takes me a long time before I am able to shut my eyes and rest, but while I wait for sleep, my eyes play tricks on me.

I'll look around the room, flashes and sparks of light. A foggy figure on the television screen, acting like a dark mirror. Taps on the window behind me, scaring me out of my wits.

Must distract myself to keep my sanity. Turn on the television, the figure evaporates. The ghost' breath is cool and hot at the same time, I can feel him. He is all around me. Must keep watching television. Must keep reading my books. Must keep sketching the night away.

Until I can't stand it. Hiding beneath the quilt, so hot, can't breathe. Close my eyes and suffer the visions until unconciousness grabs me. Grounds me to a blank reality. No dreams. I can hear him breathing.

I don't care if you don't believe in what is real to me. This is what I suffer as we speak. The horrifyinig spirit is taunting me, he is wild and cruel. He is greedy and only wants death, so he can have her.

My hate for him keeps him strong, but I do not fear him. Fear is going to make him stronger. I must accept him and vanquish him. He is not after me, but I pose a threat. I am in his way.

I can hear him now, he is writing, drawing. His presence is well known by all.