Collapse
For weeks now it tromps around above me, but refuses to make a move. My nerves are shot, the anticipation killing me. But maybe that was always the plan. What if it was never sent to kill me, just rattle me. Drive me insane with its mere presence? Well it's working you bastard. I'm not sure it can even harm me. It's trapped in the inbetween spaces. I hear it scratching, walking, plotting, laughing. What could it be waiting for? The first night I heard it, I tried my best to stay awake, fearing it was waiting for me to sleep and let down my guard. Try as I might I dozed off, and to my surprise lived to see the next day. Every passing day it grows louder, makes its presence known more and more. I felt it breathing on my neck today. But when I turned around I glimpsed only a passing shadow. Gangly and angular. Doors open that were closed, mocking me, asking if I can be sure. Walls make fun of me, as it was before, it will no more, time does this. All that was, melting away like a dream. I'm falling slowly backward, but I won't wake up. Not this time, no this is the end. There is no waking from this nightmare, this is home. The possibility of mental and physical collapse, is now very real.