Since recently the darkness has started stretching out its tentacles. It touches me, what gives me creeps. I turn goose skin, so I stop doing whatever I am doing just for a second to give a look around. And it does not look real. The world around me. It seems to be a dream. But i dont want to think about it, so I return to whatever I was doing before. However this suspicion whatever so it gets a physical form, stands behing me and keeps drilling my back with its glance. Im dreadfully afraid to look back at it. Gradually, I became a paranoiac. No, i am totally fine, socially functioning. But, being honest, I don't believe that I exist. I dont belive that I am me. I dont believe in that place.