The Running

 


In the early AM hours of November 1st, I came downstairs and saw it.

I took the photo when I first saw it.

It has appeared all over my house. Everywhere.

And none of my friends are answering their phones. It has been two months. 


It's like they all forgot I existed.


I call it the Running, because at night, it runs back and forth. Up and down. On the walls.
On the ceiling.

When I sleep, it sits. By my bed. Over me, on the ceiling. It watches me.


I've been out. I'm not a ghost or something, because people can see me. And I can see people. I've talked to them. But I don't bring up my family anymore. They think I'm not all there in the head. They don't think my family exists.

I'm starting to believe them.


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