The days bleed into the nights. My eyes sting all the time now. I’m so tired. But I can’t sleep. That’s when they come to me, when I sleep. So I must stay awake. If I sleep, I will die.
They speak to me more frequently now, like a whispering around the edge of my consciousness. I know they are there. I know they watch me, here what I say. Maybe even what I think. I don’t know how to get away from them. So I just sit in my room, to scared to move.

They are coming. I can hear them. They are coming!