Paranoia

Paranoia.

Why are people so immune to this word? Can no-one see what I see? Every where you turn, evil lurks in the corners like and devours innocent souls, like a child devours candy and sweets. I'm not crazy, or insane. I see it in the eyes of people everyday.

And in the night, it's worst. There is a silence that breaks my eardrums, and a chill that burns my body. When you walk, they walk. When you turn around, this malafecient evil copies your every move. It masks what you see so they can slowly but surely agonize your soul.

Take heed to my warnings, dont think for one second I am loco, because my Paranoia is your salvation.