He comes when you least expect it. In the dark of night and bright of day. You will never see him coming.



( Who is he? )

I swear to whatever god and goddesses are out there, why does my house seem like it's in a horror movie at the moment?

Seriously.

It's dark and there is the lonely rattle of windchimes outside.

The wind is rustling through the leaves and is making the blinds in the bathroom go 'pthffffrrr' because the window is down.

And there is a cockroach on the floor spinning round in circles because I think it lost a leg.

Tis creepy and I have too much homework to do to get scared.