"I was finishing brushing my teeth when I heard the noise. I rushed out into the hall, only to feel myself suddenly frozen to the spot. The thing had found me again.
It was taller than me, but thinner. Its skin was pale and clammy despite the cold, its lips cracked and its naked body covered in sores and wounds.
It stood at the top of the landing, beside a broken window. Watching me. Hating me. I had no more excuses to get around it. No more forms of escape. I was too tired to fight anymore. And honestly, I didn't know how.
"I'm not here anymore. And yet you won't let me go. “the thing said in an empty voice.
It was true. I couldn't let go. Or didn't want to. But part of me did want to let go. This sick feeling I kept having every day. I hated it even more than the loss. Because it was a disturbance in the natural order of my life. And I had no idea how to recover from it.