I used to think that people and strange men were hiding everywhere in my room out to get me and one night I imagined an old man crawling on my bed room floor.

His face waspale and his lined suit was ripped and covered with blood and dust and with thecurse old age. of course there was nothing on my bedroom floor but as my brain imaginedmy eyes saw a faded man of his description lying and staring at me. I wasshaking with nerves and I wanted to run but I thought as soon as I step ontothat floor his bent fingers would grab at my ankels and make me just like him lonely,andhis mind diapearing with sadness.

So I stay

Getting hot and so scared I could cry wanting him to go back where he came from.

But another figure slides in, this time docter poison half her face clamped with the plastic to cover the half that was damaged by poison.Her face tiltes and her mouth opens to say

‘you will become like me’

The red gas fills the room and edwardscissor hands walks into the room.

I blink slowly and they all disapear But it is the fear of them coming back thatstops me going to sleep.