something's not quite right.

the other side of the door.

Creek,Creek,Creek.

Little by little every night that "thing" torments me.

One eye is all it ever shows but I know it's there just waiting for me to take a piss.

Just waiting to get ahold of me.

For the last few nights I've been peeing in a bucket and emptying it in the morning.I refuse to go into the hallway at night.

I won't.

It can't make me.

I'm staying right here till I see the god damn sunlight shoot through my blinds.