Terror ran through every inch of my body. He was here again, always watching, always. He has been following me for a month, it's driving me mad or....am I already mad? I don't know anymore. I haven't left my house in forever, in fear he will come after me. I have also been losing sleep, my eyes have dark ,heavy bags, for if I sleep he would be there. There is no escape. I've tried, I tried so many times. He is staring at me, mocking me with that smile. Stop! Stop looking at me with those eyes! Those eyes of a dark pool, nothing there and that, that wide mocking smile. Why?! Why do you torture me so? What did I do? I sob as he watches me, that smile of his growing, enjoying my agony. I believe I really am going mad. Ha, what a ball this is, this haunting figure. It tortures me with it's presences, knowing it drives me crazy. Dammit! Go away, go away! Stop torturing me! What?! What do you want from me? Why don't you pester someone else? Huh?! Why does it have to be me?! I'm breaking down here, please. Please, leave me alone. All I want is for you to leave me alone. That day I cried myself to sleep, a bliss for once, a bliss I didn't want to leave. For if I leave, I would be put back into that hell. But, even so, to my dismay I had woken up. He was inside my room now, just standing, standing ever so quietly, tempting me. Tempting me to lose it all, to go crazy. I can't let my guard down. Not even for a second. For if I do there will be no guarantee what would happen. But why, why do you do this to me?
