the rain rushes down my window as im writing a new book, i turned the page and continued: „why have i always been the victim..." i wrote.
As i was writing it felt like the rain was getting louder, and louder.
At some point i thought my window would crack.
I stood up trying to understand what was going on when i saw a shadow figure standing right outside the window
Black long hair and glowing red eyes... i-... i thought i had gone insane!
I started screaming and fell on the ground. My wife came in wondering if i was alright, when she saw me laying on the floor having a astma attack she ran up to me and gave me my inhalator.
Once i calmed down she asked me what happend. I told her: „i thought i saw someone standing outside the window and i kind of freaked out... i guess I've been writing too much, my creativity became my imagination."
My wife helped me get to bed and said: „you really should rest, I'm getting concerned about you"
I didn't say a word and tried to sleep it off.
