Ryder
I laid in bed; staring up at the white ceiling. The house was quite... It never bothered me until now. It was as if the walls were closing in on me and the feeling of cluster phobia settled deep within my gut.
It drove me out of bed, and I stumbled along the hallways. I could hear the sounds of the night... Crickets cricketing, the cry of a mouse as an Owl catches it.
But I didn't register any of it. It was as if the will to live had been removed from my body. I felt like a living corpse.
You can't.
I flinched when my grandmothers words rung through the air and I stumbled as I left my house.
As I walked past the pole; the familiar feeling of guilt started to settle. I saw her on that pole. I knew she wasn't there; but she was. I was haunting myself...
I looked away as I start
