I sat alone in my room trying to get a hold of myself. Lately things have been getting worse, I didn't know if I was under a curse. This was the tenth time I was seeing him, and he made me embarrass myself at work today. I just got into the car after a hard day's work, I adjusted my mirrors and 'Boo ya' there he was sitting on the back seat smiling at me, I jumped out of the car alerting the security who rushed towards me. On second check, they realized that my back doors were locked and there was no way someone could have gone out, they asked me what drug I was on. I apologized that I wasn't feeling fine, Got into the car and drove home. See, on getting home, Sleep became a problem. He had taken over my Night Rest, I realized For me to be seeing him during the day, Got me real scared...like a thief under the covers of the night,he stealthily comes in to raid my dreams, adding nightmares...I have been diagnosed with insomnia by the Doctors and no matter what they try or do, how much pills I pop, I just can't imagine sleeping..I can hear him laughing in my subconscious ,that throaty sound like blunders on a piece of machinery. At nights I can't sleep, candle reflections on the wall, I keep seeing visions of me burning alive, I keep peeping out of my window, scanning down the streets to see if there was anyone lurking in the shadows, checking to see if the windows were locked....I can see him walking outside, making a silhouette, I delve deep under the covers, Eyes closed I gripped my Gun and counted to ten,When I open my eyes, He was gone. I sit alone in my four cornered room, I keep tossing and turning, I got so paranoid I decided to get a gun, I sleep with my finger on the trigger, My girlfriend thinks I am imagining things but there's someone watching me so I also need to watch my back. I aint going out without a fight.
I am a Movie Star, I have big cars, I'm self-made, I didn't get to be where I was without stepping on rods. I made sure I paid my dues but, I don't believe in God, but trust me since this started, I have been frequenting a monastery close to me. The clergyman told me to pray. I attend service like everyday after work , Donating most of my money to the church, taking up most charity events , giving to the poor. Then when I sleep,I hear him whisper at night deep in my dreams, the wicked laugh followed by a sickening Groan, No amount of money or Good deed can save you..Your soul is mine...I stopped going to church, took a week off work and locked myself in the house. Day by day its impossible to cope, most people started wondering why I nervously look behind me when I walk, when I drive he occasionally appears on my Hood with a Bang, I o
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I wondered if it was a stalker, or a crazy fan, I decided to hire special security officers but my boys talked me out of it. It would come out that I was unstable and it would get the press on my case. Tonight I decided to hang out with the boys, get drunk maybe I could get him out of my mind, Just there after getting high, I decided to pick up the tab, the bar tender said someone already picked it up, I asked who? he pointed behind me and there he was waving at me again. I told dash and Michael, so we watched him. He stood up picked up his Cloak and walked out of the Bar..this was the dude that was tailing me..We went to the car and loaded up,Then we walked behind him, He turned into an alley, increasing his movements to a running speed,.So we sped up the pace, turned the corner to find it was a dead end. there was no trace of this *Niccur*.heaving a sigh of relief I looked back and there he was..I pulled out my Gun and shot at him..He went down, but I was so sure he wasn't done with me. I turned to move and there he was in front of me, How he got there so fast I didn't know, he grabbed me by the lapels of my coat, Blood dripping out of his chest and gave me a right hook that got my head banging. That's the dude that has been messing with my dreams, It was dark in the alley so we went Local on him. I got a bat from the dash and swung. He fell and stood up again, we rushed him, he started running away so I tackled him on the Pavement, I began to pummel away, I bit him, head butted him on the Concrete and he stopped moving. I felt satisfied, then I noticed people looking at me, that was when I looked up, my boys were gone, the Bogey Man was gone, my hands were Bloody from Punching the hard Gravel floor.
My mind has been mucking with me
The New York Herald Headline
Popular Actor Goes Psychotic ,Shooting Gun at Imaginary Adversary ,Pummelled invisible enemies to Dust .. Lawyers request Asylum...
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