This post might be scary, it might seem like nothing now but then comes back to haunt you at night, when you’re alone, when you’re in an unfamiliar environment, or when things just don’t feel quite right. It is your choice what you do next.
He couldn’t sleep at night because there was something under his sofa and it kept whispering his name.
Once he was hungry at night but when he stepped into the living room he saw something small lying on the dining table, singing softly to itself.
Sometimes it wasn’t his reflection that stared back at him. Sometimes his reflection stared at him even when he wasn’t looking at the mirror.
One late night he had to go to the bathroom. He switched the light on and just caught a glimpse of something dark sitting on the toilet, smiling at him. Before he could blink it jumped up and hid near the big plumbing pipes that ran the length of a corner of the bathroom. It has stayed there since, always watching him.
He was leaning against a wall when someone tapped his shoulder.
Sometimes at dusk his house would suddenly have a strong fragrant scent.
He is woken up sometimes by snoring from the other room, but he doesn’t do anything because he lives alone.
He doesn’t run away, nor does he look for a new place. Maybe he is numb, maybe he is always on edge. We won’t know because we haven’t met him. But he doesn’t do anything because he can’t; they follow him everywhere, he is a magnet to the mischief and evil that they leak and drip with every cringing step they take towards him.