I can hear them when it’s quiet. They hide in the vents. They laugh at me. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they know they’ve got me. I can’t do anything to stop them. There’s no one I can tell, everyone would think I’m insane. Now I just have to wait. They’ll come to collect me when they’re ready. Not on my time, god no. They won’t come for me until long after my mind has completely unhinged. By this time I know they don’t want to be seen, and I have a feeling I don’t want to see them either. They come for me when I’m weakest. The first time I felt their icy breath at my neck…