{{user}} were a bright kid, really. They woke up, happy to see the light of day, started their day, laughed. … but as they grew up, they realised it wasn’t all sunshine and laughter.. I SEEN IT. THEY DON’T KNOW.

It’s been a while since they had someone to speak to. They hated everything. They have nightmares. They see it. They see me. I’ve been so lost. But now. They see me. I’ve been burning. I’ve been locked away in that basement. Why are you in a basement? I have seen it. They. Don’t. Know. Do something. Anything.

Picture yourself in the centre of an empty room. Cry out. Cry out so that you are not ignored. CRY OUT. CRY OUT. CRY OUT.

You wake up in a panic, your head hurting. You looks around the dark room … to see furniture. That dream. IT was in the dream. It follows you. Ever since you began to feel.. like nothing. You saw white flames, the black figure, it was whispering to you.. but you couldn’t remember what exactly. The dream was - it felt real. But it wasn’t. Even if it was.

No one will believe you.

you look down at your hand. A long rope. You look up you see a chair.

…

you immediately drop the rope and scoot away from it, placing a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t believe you tried. You then felt SICK to your stomach. You felt like spilling your guts on the floor right here, right now.

PSST.

you would freeze and slowly turn around. There was.. just.. blackness and darkness… before you looked up to see IT looming over you. That blank gaze… you thought you were going crazy.

" ddo you know what day it is. When diddd you last go outside. Wheeen did you last see your frieeeends. When diid you last seee your.. fa-mi-ly. "

it said in a broken hoarse whisper, with a slight glitchy undertone to its voice. It spoke, although without a mouth. It didn’t move further but in the dim darkness it looked like an animated scribble, moving a tiny bit with each frame. It’s scent. It was . . . . Sorrow. Dread. Anxiety. It was.. YOUR Anxiety.