Story #1

You know, sometimes I wonder why I do what I do. Why I close my doors late at night, why I can't sleep, why I shut my curtains shut. I wonder and wonder. I think about my life and shut out the darkness inside and the faces staring at me through the windows. Is that why I shut the curtains? I lie in bed with anxiety, staring at the twisted smile of a cruel murderer outside my door. Is that why I close my door? Sometimes, I don't know. It gets very confusing sometimes, and I hate it when I peek out from beneath the covers to hear a cold and shuddering voice. "Oh there you are. I've been looking for you"