Moth

    I sit in my well lit room, enjoying the computer and the television. I'm most likely burning away electricity that could be put to better use. My door is closed and the curtains are drawn, you know how much I love a sealed room though I did open the window earlier today to let some air in. Even I have to take a breath every once in a while. I am told air is quite important so I find it's best that I get some. I concentrate my efforts on the computer because semi-important things are to be done.
    Engrossed in my computer and burning my eyes out in doing so. Something is in the room. In the corner of my eye, that is to say in the edge of my vision I see something move. The natural reaction is to move out the way. I follow this reaction as a result I bash my hand off the table. This startles me so I stand up and take a few breaths, it is most unfortunate that I am so easily startled. After some freaking out I cautiously sit on the bed and search for what ever it could've been. My search is fruitless but I still remain vigilant. Back to what I was doing.
    There it is again, this time, I see it more than once. It jumps in and out of my eyesight. Dark and not very nice. Much more of a freak out this time however I take this opportunity to brush my teeth. Keep in mind it is quite late at night and I am yet to do so. Teeth brushed, I return to the computer but still, I remain nervous. Every few seconds I look around the room to ensure I am truly sat in an empty room. The world would work so much better if my chair was not positioned in such a way that I am only able to see my desk and it's contents or rather, the contents of the desk and what little remained of the desk space. It was by no means helpful that as I finish the above mentioned work, my thoughts turn to the Moth Man Prophecies; my brain haunted by the voice of Indrid Cold and glimmers of the moonlight through my curtains. The Moth Man will not come through the windows to get me. The Moth Man will not come through the windows to get me. The scream I heard was only in my head. The scream I heard was only in my head.
    Silence is far worse. Deafening silence does exist. A sort of silence that stabs at your ears. But I am not sat in a deafening silence, I am sat in a calm silence which is by far one of the worse kinds. A subtle silence waiting in a dark alley for you. Mid-length hair makes for worse feelings. A slight flick that feels like someone is touching your neck. At this time of night, the mind wanders and I'm not quite sure when I'm feeling so paranoid and alone. No one to talk to, no reassuring presence letting you know that if something goes wrong they will be there for you. I write to you know dripping with fear, swinging round at the slightest itch. Something is in here and it's mocking me. Laughing at me like its little games are only for its own entertainment. Tearing at my soul. It comes for me only when I feel safe. Soon destroying my concept of safe. My one haven from the ills of the world is being invaded. That scream was all in my head. I so deeply wish to crawl out of my skin and run far from this place. It is safe to me no more. I would say panic has set in but the panic has more been engraved in the stone of my mind. It knows I'm scared, it knows I'm losing the battle. Very late night and my eyes remain wide open with fright. My eyes must stay open, I must be able to find my fear. I chose life but it knows what the fear is like and it's using it against me. It doesn't matter what I do. It is coming for me.
































There is a moth in my room.