One night after my shift at the blue moon café, as usual I walk the road that leads me to my apartment, I see a dark figure standing next to the light post. All I was able to think “please, please don’t be what I think you are”; my heart beats like a hummingbird as I continue walking. As I approach the figure it becomes more and more clear that he is just a man who is standing there taking a break perhaps? I was tempted to run back to home where I could feel safe from the outside.

Finally, I have reached my apartment and I went straight to the kitchen pouring a glass of water. As I was drinking I started to remember. I wish I could forget what I see and hope to never see these things but they are not things. They used to be people, living people, some would only stare, and others would try to communicate. I am scared of the kind who try to harm me in any way since I am the only one can see them. Some are terrifying to look at! I put the glass on the table and sigh “why do I have to see dead people?” That’s not the only problem, I can’t tell anyone about my situation because they will defiantly think I am crazy. I don’t need more troubles than I already have. A sudden call interrupted my thinking. I look at the screen and it says Mom so I had to pick up this call.” Hello Haruhi sweetie!” “Hey mom” I tried to be cheerful so she won’t know how tired I am. “I just wanted to see how are you doing? You rarely call” All I could say is “I am good so you don’t have to worry about me besides you know how busy I am since I work in a coffee shop!!” We talked a little bit but I had to end the call because I was getting tired and I could not keep up with what my mom was saying.

My sleeping routine is always like this, I brush my teeth, I put a glass of water on the small table next to my bed, I always wear my headphones listening to calm music so I won’t have to hear them and finally I lay under the covers fully with my head too. I do not want to open my eyes to a face first thing in the morning. I feel safe like this even if it is for a short time which is better than seeing or dealing with them. Before I drift to sleep, I tell to myself “Be strong Haruhi, this is my world now and I will not let it control me or destroy what I have”. The sound of violin helps me surrender into the night and finally sleep where I can drift into a sanctuary where I can escape from my current world till the next morning. 

A dark figure looming in Haruhi’s room with eyes dripping blood…