I often sit up alone at night listening to music and thinking. You see I have this sleeping disorder that only allows me to sleep for 3 hours. I don't have a problem with it, I'm very used to it actually considering I've had it for six years now. I just can't comprehend the things I see, the things I hear. I often hear footsteps walking up and down the halls or I see the shadow man. He has never done me any harm and that gives me comfort, because he is fully capable. I often complain to my mother about it but she always says "the problem is you not the house". I often sit alone in my room with my sister's coming in occasionally to tease me. I often cry when my brother beats me while calling me a freak. And I often don't smile, but when the shadow man slaughtered my family, I couldn't help myself.
