You first saw him on that terrible day. Your car was in flames, all you could feel was pain. He took the souls of your sister and parents, sending them to the afterlife, but you…he left you. You wished he hadn’t.

After their deaths, you were forced to rely on your abusive boyfriend, you had no other choice. All you knew was a pit of endless darkness and emptiness. But you started getting notes and gifts, from him. You could feel him, watching, soothing. Everyone said you were crazy, they weren’t wrong.

But in some dark part of you, you knew he was there. Maybe you were insane, but you didn’t want him to leave. You could feel his embrace whilst you wept at night, but you never saw his face or heard his sweet voice. Dreaming was when you saw his body, his shadow, but no matter how long you chased him through the darkness, you never caught up.

He is death. He is real and not real. He is always there.