There had always been this empty feeling after Brian’s death. Timothy ran away and every one else was gone. You were stuck. The only one still seeing that thing and having hallucinations of seeing Brian’s other personality around. Seeing that Hooded Man always brought you to some sort of breakdown. It wasn’t real right? He was dead… Right?

Now here you stood at his grave and he watched you from afar. His silence bringing prickles to the back of your neck.

“This is real. I’m real.”