faces/claws

your face is not your face

your name is not your name

where should lie empty space

to fill it is a shame

the claws are sharp

the night is dark

there is nothing to fear

but what you strain to hear

Still here

He's still here.

I moved back to my parents' home and standing outside the window, one I used to imagine monsters peering into when I was little, is the stranger. He keeps watching me, but nobody else even knows he's there.

Why is this happening to me?

Why is this happening at all?

Bad dreams

Sorry about that. I woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream, and for some reason my first instinct was to go write an update on my blog.

It was a really bad dream, by the way.

I dreamed that the stranger and the dark shape were both watching me, and both of them were advancing towards me slowly. The closer they got, the more clearly I could see how monstrous and inhuman they were. They tore me limb from limb.

I'm moving back home. I can't take being in this dorm anymore. It's too much. I can't deal with this stalker.

I won't tell Mom and Dad why I'm coming back. I don't want to explain all of this to them. I'll just say I miss them.

Night whispers

I keep having these dreams make it stop make it stop make it stop

The shape

I've never mentioned this before, but sometimes, when I wake up from one of those dreams about the whispers, I see a dark shape at the foot of my bed.

It's hard to make out any details. Something tells me I wouldn't like what I saw if I could.

Busy

Been a while, hasn't it?

I've been busy lately. I've had a lot going on in my life, even though I'm done with my college classes for the year. Mostly I'm going crazy figuring out what the deal is with the stranger who keeps staring at me.

I've filed stalking complaints to the college staff, but the stranger is never there when anyone else is.

Point is, the stranger has shown up several more times since I last posted here, and each time, although I somehow know it's him, there's something different about his face that I can never seem to pin down.

I haven't taken any more photos. Something tells me that would be a very bad idea.

Camera

I ended up buying a camera from the local electronics store. My phone has a camera, but the quality's garbage. It's more of a novelty than anything else, really. It's pretty cheap, but it does video, so I guess that's a plus. Not super important, though. The main thing is that I wanted to see if I could take a picture of the stranger and see if I could show it to someone else, or at least review it myself.

When I took a picture of the stranger, I realized I had forgotten to turn the flash off. It wasn't like he didn't see me already, though, so I figured it wasn't a big deal.

The weird thing is that he didn't blink when I took the picture, and come to think of it, I don't think I've seen him ever blink.

Then he walked away, really slowly, staring at me the entire time until he moved too far away to see me.

I think the flash ended up totally blurring out his face, because it just looked blank when I looked back at the picture I took.