Invisible Presence

It’s been days since I’ve felt welcome in my own home. Why did you have to do a séance? I thought, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Since that night, a presence has plagued my every waking minute; even my dreams have all turned to nightmares.
From the dark circles under my eyes, there is no doubt that the lack of sleep is hindering my daily routines. I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind. I’m not alone.
The thread that binds me to reality is fraying, reality is no longer in my grasp. The house feels alive. Footsteps echo through the hallway when no one else is home, and I swear that figures are moving through the rooms.
This place is no longer safe. My sanctuary is in complete disarray. I need to get out while I still can…while I still can…

 

© Kristen Ricketts
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Invisible

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