WALK ONE-
So I went to sleep last night and I don't think I ever really woke up. Like everything has this black haze to it; my family is oblivious to my presence; and there's this shadow following me yet when I go to look it isn't there. When I blink I'm someplace new, right now I'm behind you watching you read this. But you can't be reading this because I'm typing it. It's truly really confusing, being here yet not here. The shadow is here, he is watching me type this; he (I assume it's a he, it really has no distinct figures) is chuckling now. I really need to wake up, Reader, but all can do is blink and be somewhere new. This time I was somewhere in Asia, there was this girl and she was crying. Reader, I don't know why she was crying but I felt her sadness; it was all consuming. I don't know why I keep seeing different people, I've seen mates drinking pints in pubs, emaciated girls in far away brothels, and I've seen you. I'VE SEEN YOU READER. That shadow is creeping closer now, he is reaching for me. I really must go. But reader something bad is coming, I can feel it. Reader.... I am afraid.