Him
Somethings, when I’m in that half awake-half asleep sense, I hear him enter my room.
I feel his presence lurking, not in one specific place but his lurking occupancy takes up the whole room.
I can see him, but I can’t look. Everywhere I glance he is not visible.
I know what he looks like though. I can feel it. I feel his cold pale flesh, and blood shot dull eyes that trace my face looking for something.
I feel his smile, this is not the freakish one from films, but something so warm and sincere it makes my blood curdle.
I can’t tell if I’m scared of him… Or just know I should be. I am not excited but during the day he is all I think of, I yearn to re-live the horrible experience.
I wish he’d have left me alone, but now he has come, I can’t bear for him to leave.
His residence brings me terror, but I trust he won’t hurt me. I just dread what he will do, what he wants, what he needs. What he needs from me.
