The TV then goes static again, and I just sit there, stunned, thinking, 'Jesus, was that a live broadcast? Who the fuck was that?' By now I've gotten this sudden feeling that I wasn't alone in the lobby. I took a deep breath, braced for whatever the hell may be there, turned around, and...nothing. Nothing whatsoever. I felt a bit creeped out by that dude's broadcast, and switched the TV off and decided to go home and sleep it off. I told the nurses I was going to play hooky just this once, and got as fast as I could back home, all the time thinking there's somebody following me. 'Stop that, you little sissy,' I told myself, 'You're just freaked out, is all. Just go home and sleep it off'. I did, and like in the movies, that's where it all starts.
I started hearing things even before I went to sleep. I took a shower first, and while I was in there, I could have sworn I heard somebody sneaking around my house. I heard soft bumps, what may have been footsteps, and even once - where I jumped out of the bathroom butt naked - a drawer open. But nothing had changed, so I went back in the bathroom, only to hear the faint sound of a drawer close, as if whoever opened it was trying not to make a sound. I thought this was the last straw, and dried off and went to bed.
I think you can guess how my night went. I'll spare you the horrible details. All you need to know at this point is that I finally know 'her', the vague 'she' the scared dude in the broadcast was referring to. Because I can't focus at work, she's cost me my job, then my life, as she almost literally tears down the walls between waking and sleeping, and now, almost cost me my sanity. To get rid of her, all she wants is for me to tell someone else that she is here, and I'm off the hook. And, if you hadn't noticed, I just did.
I hope you sleep well, unknown person at the other side of the Internet. Really, I do, but if you don't, well...better you than me.