The Realm

there’s a ghost in my house. not really a ghost, an entity. an evil one. it comes to my room and opens and closes my door. it does the same thing to my brother. a while back i cleansed the house with holy water and a burning sage stick, the entity was gone for a while but now i fear it’s returned. and it’s angry. it resides in the crawl space, whose entry is located in the laundry room. i hate that laundry room. i have always hated that stupid room. its so small, creepy, the light switch is hard to reach, and usually i can’t even do my laundry in there because i can’t stand to be in there long enough to start it. i feel it watching me. its preying on me. 

it feeds on the negative energy in this house. it turns that energy into more negative energy. we walk around during the day miserable because of the negativity that lingers in the atmosphere of our home. 

it’s bad. i want it to leave. one time i stayed up the whole night in the living room, just watching the door to the laundry room. the whole entire night. i stared, i listened, and i was very afraid. sometimes i’d hear noises. sometimes the door would open and shut. i couldn’t sleep that night. not one bit. 

it likes me the most. it likes me most because i’m prone to sensing them. I know when they are near. watching me, preying upon me. there are good and bad ones. the one in my house is very, very bad. it leaves steven alone. my mom feels it but ignores it. johnny knows it’s here, but avoids talking about it. i am the only now that acknowledges it. it doesn’t like when i speak badly about it. 

i lay here now, watching the door open. close. open. slam. swing. close. 

the animals know it’s here, too. the dog cowers. the cat tries to get in the laundry room to sniff by the crawl space entry. i keep that laundry room door closed all the time so he won’t go in there. 

the rest i can bare, but the nightmares. the nightmares haunt me in my sleep and while i’m awake. there is blood, turmoil, hatred, and something’s always after me. i see people die in my dreams. i see people suffer. i see terrible pain inflicted on people while all i can do is watch while they get hurt. sometimes i see my family being harmed. sometimes its my friends. i wake up panic stricken, unable to drift back to sleep. unable to make sense of these dreams. but i know there is no sense to them. it’s that thing making me see such terrible things. 

the nightmares. now that i can’t take.