MAN WITH THE YELLOW EYES
I've been living in this house, this rather large and empty place, for many years now. And never, never, in these many years have I experienced such…oddities, such strange happenings. My peace of mind is so disturbed now that the simple act of turning out the light takes extreme effort. I'm drained, and, frankly, very sick of this place. This home is horrible. Terrifying.
With each passing day, these 'happenings' keep getting worse and worse and worse. I don't know what to do with myself. I've got no one to run to, no one to turn to. And even if I did, they'd never believe the words that would spill from my mouth.
So I sit here now, alone as I've always been, in this awful place, writing down what will most likely end up being my final words. I just hope I can get most if not all of my tail written before sun down. He's been angrier than usual these last few days.
