I Know Something That You Don't Know

PROLOGUE

I always dream of myself staring into something, and I'm standing in the dark house. Everything is silent, and all that glooms is the crescent moon, embedded with the dark spots dazzling through the middle of the night.

Why am I here? Why is everyone out of the sight?

I asked my doctor.

You suffered from a severe trauma. An elaboration.

This is the exact fortieth day after that horrific incident in that house. But everything is still fresh in my mind. Still in life.