There’s something scratching on the windows. I don’t know if anyone else can hear it, but I can hear it. Sometimes it breathes and the sound is right behind my ear. Then, I turn around to find the source of the noise and it’s gone. I can hear the scratching on the windows again. And I guess I don’t go near them because I don’t want to find out what it is.

Well, I think it’s because I was seeing things yesterday—movement in the kitchen, the part of the house that was just out of light. I don’t know what it was, but it was moving. I caught a flash of something white and metallic for a second, but then it was gone. It scared me, so I didn’t look for it. It had been happening all night yesterday.

People, I could see people milling around my house. One, the worst one, sat in the corner of my bathroom and watched me while I took my shower. When I ended it, my shower, he was gone, but as I was drying off, I kept expecting him to materialize behind me. I was able to see him in the mirror, but every time I moved he disappeared. A trick of the shadows, I guess.

It hasn’t stopped scratching. I would have thought it might have left by now, because it has to be obvious that I’m not opening the window. And I still don’t know what it is. Both the dog and cat are still in the house. If it’s not the dog or cat, though, I don’t want to know what it is.

I wonder if perhaps I’m hallucinating, but I only hallucinate when I’m tired—and I’m not tired. Yesterday I might have been hallucinating. I remember, when I’d woken up at 6:00AM and stayed up til 4:00AM, I’d look at the windows and see women. They were standing right behind me, staring straight at me. Their hair was stringy and their faces were green, the skin peeled off and decayed as I watched. One time, the one at the front, her eyes popped and I watched it drip down her cheek. I whirled around, to see them in the flesh, and no one was there.

Just a few moments ago, I heard a loud cracking noise. It drowned out the scratching and the breathing, which disappeared in a warm caress down my neck. When I looked up, to the source of the noise, I saw it.

It was the one who had watched me the night before. He was sitting on the desk just next to me, and staring stoically at my face. I could have touched him, just now, though the very idea is repulsive. If I touched him, I would die, I’m sure.

He didn’t do anything, just stared at me. It’s unnerving, because he has no face that I can see. The only thing beneath the hood of his black sweatshirt is darkness, an abyss or starless space. I can feel something radiating from him, it falls off his body in waves. He’s malicious, terrible, horrific, evil—I can feel it. Out of all of them, he scares me the most. Maybe it’s because it seems as if he follows me, I see him most often.

These sights are rattling me so badly, I’ve taken to carrying a skewer around the house. To the basement, to the attic, and to the living room, usually. I haven’t started sleeping with one yet though. If there was any possibility of them being real, I probably would.

But God! I sound crazy.

But I don’t think I’m crazy.
Am I crazy?

Shit. I’ve got to get out of here.