Cops and Shit

So, early this morning, I got a nice visit from the police. So I guess I was right. Luckily, I wasn't arrested. They Came in with their flashlights and stuff. They looked around and found nothing. They walked into my room and found it clean as a whistle. Not a drop of blood or human body anywhere. They looked through my closet, under my bed, in my dresser, out the newly fixed window. Oh yeah, he was there. The cops didn't see him, but he was there. I swear someone else was there too. I might have to look into that. Anyway, the cops left. Well, they said they left. I'm pretty sure they're still there watching. Someone's always watching.

I got myself a knife. A nice one too. To protect myself if anyone or anything tries to get in here again. I feel like
that new "friend" I have is not too nice. I've been having dreams about him, I think. It's all very dark, but there are white outlines. I'm walking through my house, and then I see him. He's wearing a hoodie that covers his eyes. He doesn't seem to have a nose, but he definitely has a mouth. He has a very big mouth that's always smiling. It doesn't seem to big until you think about the normal size of a human mouth. It's just a bit bigger, but it's enough to seem completely wrong. He's huddled over in a corner ranting to himself about he's happy and everyone's happy and everyone's sane. Then he starts laughing. Oh god, his laugh. It sounds more like crying, but you can tell it's some sick laugh. Then he looks up....I almost see his entire face...then I wake up. I know the part of my house where he huddles over in the dream. Every time I go there, I get a terrible feeling. I think I'm going insane over all this shit.

-S.C.