The imaginative power of man twisted into something very akin to science fiction, horror films, and mental delusions.
Nights like this, I've come to distrust even my most lucid waking moments because reality seems hyperdefined, overbright, unreal, punctuated by sprinklings of hallucinatory clarity. A disturbing blur of something menacing.
Living alone in a big house is creepy like that.
Sometimes, i hear weird noises late at night. I tell my online friend this and he says it's just the house settling. Soil movements, truck rumbling by....
"Earthquake?" i tried to be helpful.
"No. not earthquakes...its just the building stumps having small settlements into the ground. It's perfectly normal," he tries to assure me.
"Are you scared?" he asked.
"A little," i admitted.
"You should invite your friends over for a pajama party or something."
I restrained myself from telling him i have no friends. People don't particularly like me. They think I'm a nuisance. They think I'm insufferable. They think I talk too much.
I don't really blame them tho. After all, it's normal for people to keep a safe distance away from weirdos. Especially the ones who live alone in big, old, creepy houses.
Ones like me.
"Pajama party? Nah!! I have YOU to keep me company! You, who miraculously appear unannounced on my computer screen once every blue moon," i joked.
"Honey, I'm virtual. I'm not real."
But you're a calming presence nonetheless, i whisper to myself. Until he says he's off to dinner, take care, see ya later.
And I'm left alone.
Again.
The noises gets louder.
So I turn the music up a notch. It keeps the eerie sounds at bay, and make the neighbours gravely unhappy.
I'm sorry, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to cast the nightmares away~
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