The Night...

It's about 6:00pm here in England, at the time of me writing this sentence...
It's dark, and it's snowing like there's no tomorrow.

I hate the night. And He hasn't even been in my house (that I know of) yet.

In fact I haven't seen Him since the first time... well that's another story. Not a great one I'll be honest, but a future post that I'm doing my best on avoiding.

Not only does the dark make it near impossible to see anything at all. But It's always so quite.
I jump at every freaking noise I hear.

And then there's my family.
Both parents, a younger brother, and a much younger sister.
I know I have to leave soon. Or else...
I can't let that happen. Won't let that happen.
I HAVE to leave, and follow M's rules before it's too late.

My sister, she's young enough to be one of His... I don't even want to fucking type it.
I've lost count of how many times I've had to go into her room to check she's still there...
The lack of sleep is discomforting to say the least.

I don't know why I've not seen Him recently. It's maddening, to think He's watching me or my sister or any of my family, and I just can't spot Him.

Maybe I saw Him just by chance? No. That can't be it, maybe this is what He wants, to drive me insane by NOT showing up. To be honest, that would bloody get to me. Is getting to me.

Supposedly He forms a kind of mental link with his victims right? And that He seems to be different to everyone. So maybe He uses what will get in your head the most, to get you on the crazy train for easy pickings.

...Or He's just a sick fuck.
Probably both.

Whatever His reasons, I hope to be far away from my family before He shows up again.
But needless to say, I don't get much sleep any more.

Which bloody sucks considering I disliked the hours of night before I even knew anything about Him.