Or was it reality?
I don’t even know if I want to know anymore.
I can’t even remember how it happened.
It was just so sudden. I….I don’t even want to talk about it, but I have to. No, I need to. I need to know whether or not I’m actually crazy and this is actually some real shit. I know I shouldn’t expect anything, but this is just too…I don’t know…it’s too…
AH! I DON’T KNOW!
WHAT WAS THAT THING? WHAT WAS IT?
WHERE DID IT EVEN COME FROM?
I’m sitting here…biting my freakin’ skin off. My mom’s hysterical. What the fuck is going on? Last night, my mom was perfectly fine! Perfectly normal, perfectly happy! She was watching cartoons with the kids, she didn’t even care, she was happy. I was happy that she was happy. It was just nice, family bonding time. Then the freakin’ TV cut out, mom goes nuts. Next thing I know, this THING. This…weird…tall…FACELESS THING, appears out of FREAKIN’ NOWHERE. And I saw it for, what? A second? Before it freakin’ disappears, REAPPEARS CLOSER. Now the lights start blinking, and the kids start crying their asses off. I was sitting there, mouth gaped open, trying to scream, I wanted to scream. No sound came out of my mouth, but I could hear my mom scream just fine. And I didn’t do a fucking thing as the creature edged closer to her, before disappearing AGAIN. The TV came on again, but the sound was all jumbled, damn kids were balling their eyes out. And I just sat there.
I think I was crying too. In fact I’m pretty sure I was crying. I was pretty fucking terrified. I think I pissed in my pants, I have no fucking clue. I was scared as shit. The thing disappeared, reappeared again, but now was right in front of my mom, ready to eat her head off. Its face was now DEFORMED, or maybe it was still faceless and I thought it was deformed. THAT FACE PLAYS TRICKS WITH YOUR FREAKIN’ HEAD.
THEN THE TV GETS BACK TO NORMAL, AND THE LIGHTS STOP BLINKING. AND IT’S GONE. IT WAS FUCKING GONE. But my mom. MY MOM WAS BLEEDING FROM THE NOSE.(Okay no big deal, but still!)
WHAT.
WHAT IS….that thing. Please tell me what it was. Was it a demon, and an angel, a ghost, a flippin’ fairy?
I want to know…
I want to know that I’m not dreaming, Rebecca…
I want to know that you’re all real…
My mom.
She keeps screaming.
THEY’RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY!
Why?
…
I can’t deal with this. It's too much…
