the mold-soot family lore

paranoia

Nightmare POV:

It was nearly midnight now. The moon shining proudly through the blinds, giving me enough light to read my book. 

As I read the words printed on the pages of No Longer Human (very good book), I find myself getting lost. No longer able to concentrate on the book in from of me I go to wander around the house. I find myself doing that when I get bored, I like finding small places where I could hide. More importantly someone else can hide.

I blame that on my paranoia. 

I have places memorized in my mind to check every so often. Growing up in a big city I've heard of multiple break-ins that have happened, usually no one gets hurt. 

Usually.

I want to make sure that not only myself, but my family is safe as well. I know that if someone were to break in and hurt them, I would have no one to blame for myself. I mean I'm here the longest, with WF always studying and the children coming and going as they please I am the only one who stays. 

I can't remember the last time I went past the gates that open up to my home. I don't exactly go shopping I mean I use Amazon and Ocado and they just deliver to my door. I'm rather disconnected from everything going on in the world, but it's not like I mind. I find that sometimes it's better to just stay oblivious, to avoid the true horrors in the world. 

And so I have made my house a nest for a bird who never learnt how to fly. Glued down forever,  listening to every rustle of the leaves, every creak of floorboards, every shadow that moves.

To make sure they are safe.