TW - Kalvin - THEY'RE ALWAYS WATCHING - Sub - 4/11/23 - pg.3-5
It all started when I was just a kid, growing up down in the suburbs with a small family of my mom, dad, and younger brother. My mother, a predominantly Christian woman, never truly enjoyed my father's interest in the spiritual energy realm. This is most of the reason I still have yet to sought help. I'm in therapy for other reasons they just don't know this factoid. It could all be just spiritual beings and energies roaming the universe. I from a young child, always had my imaginary friends, but there were always the ones that seemed off. The things I would see that were actually there.
It started with just a few times that could all be cocked up to a mind naturally filling a dark space with imagery. Like any child, I would hide from them, whether this be crawling behind furniture or blockading into the field position on the spot. Blaring, gut-wrenching screams echoed through the house, only being able to muster the courage to cry for help. The boy is the first one I can remember. He appeared originally when my brother locked me in a dark basement. Knowing full well I was afraid of the dark. These imageries did not help my fear whatsoever. The boy, I would describe as short and country looking, with suspenders attached to a straight legged pants. He would always open the doors. Slowly crack it till I couldn't bear to watch and would hide my face. Occasionally, a tall man dressed in a long, dark, coat would stand near and just watch me with the only thing I could guess was ill intent. Nowadays, I only see the boy out of the two, still opening the doors with a seemingly infinite pace.
Honestly, I could go on and on to describe every figure I see whether it be in a dark space or a morphing object, but that would simply take forever. Instead, I will tell you about the most common type I see now, a completely featureless, average height, character who appears everywhere. I could be walking down a dimly lit street alone and see many of them. Normally, they are either watching me from afar or following me. I used to be so anxious around them, but now I make one sided conversation with them. They never speak, although I'd like to think that they would if they could. It's safe to say I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
Even now, writing this in some Uzbekistan airport, I see them amongst the people and inhumanly inaccessible areas. Just standing, watching me, and occasionally disappearing into crowds.
It started with just a few times that could all be cocked up to a mind naturally filling a dark space with imagery. Like any child, I would hide from them, whether this be crawling behind furniture or blockading into the field position on the spot. Blaring, gut-wrenching screams echoed through the house, only being able to muster the courage to cry for help. The boy is the first one I can remember. He appeared originally when my brother locked me in a dark basement. Knowing full well I was afraid of the dark. These imageries did not help my fear whatsoever. The boy, I would describe as short and country looking, with suspenders attached to a straight legged pants. He would always open the doors. Slowly crack it till I couldn't bear to watch and would hide my face. Occasionally, a tall man dressed in a long, dark, coat would stand near and just watch me with the only thing I could guess was ill intent. Nowadays, I only see the boy out of the two, still opening the doors with a seemingly infinite pace.
Honestly, I could go on and on to describe every figure I see whether it be in a dark space or a morphing object, but that would simply take forever. Instead, I will tell you about the most common type I see now, a completely featureless, average height, character who appears everywhere. I could be walking down a dimly lit street alone and see many of them. Normally, they are either watching me from afar or following me. I used to be so anxious around them, but now I make one sided conversation with them. They never speak, although I'd like to think that they would if they could. It's safe to say I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
Even now, writing this in some Uzbekistan airport, I see them amongst the people and inhumanly inaccessible areas. Just standing, watching me, and occasionally disappearing into crowds.
18-21, T
