They got to me. The one tapping on the window, The bastard, gargling it's sick breathing, it's sewn smile showing it's hidden malice. It got inside. It's in the house

I was laying down, on my bed, and I could suddenly feel sharp pain as it forced it's fingers, and then slowly, it's entire body inside of me. The pain was intense, but I didn't die, I don't know how. It doesn't seem possible but here I am. The ringing is coming from inside of me now, I am one with the voices. I am the voices. The ringing is wrapping around my brain, it's hard to think.

I'm quickly forgetting, I already forgot what time it was when it happened, I think it's erasing those memories. It's inside of my head and I'm not sure how much longer I can maintain contro

Do you hear us?

Can you see us?

We hear you.

We see you.