Misunderstood

Fire Flies

You were in the kind of game that put the force in me, it takes me into the night.. I was ever chasing fireflies.

The doctor, i forget his name, told me that if the hallutionations are gone I could just stop taking the drugs. I stopped, of course. It was disgusting anyway. The hallutionations stopped, but the feeling of someone watching me stayed..

Purple duct tape was all around my house. I kept cleaning them up, but someone kept putting them back..

I got in the habit of locking the doors and windows when i leave and sleep, but it kept appearing..

Something keeps placing them there.

I called the cops, they searched my house, nothing.

Whatever it is, I'll find it.

My eyes slowly open and i hear a ripping noise, duct tape. I quicky wrap my hand around my knife and open the door, leaping out, shouting, "Show yourself!!!"

No one answered.

I creep to the door and look through, nothing.

I turn on the porch light and step outside, looking around my backyard, until I spotted something glistening in the light.

It was on the path to my shed.

I run back inside, stumble down the stairs, and shove my shoes and coat on, opening the back door.

I lock Rocket out, I didnt want him joining me. I dont want anything to happen to him.

My flashlight on my phone lights up a few feet ahead of me as I walk to my shed, for some reason.. It didnt feel right..

Yeah, I've been here a thousand times to find Rocket during hide and seek, but it just doesnt feel right.. Somethings In there..

The grip on my knife tightens as I get closer to my shed.

My eyes glance into the woods beyond the shed, the feelings even worse back here..

My hands grab the door handle and turn it slowly, opening it.

My shakey breath softens right before I open my eyes, but I pause when a voice follows, "Faenoux, welcome!"