| I am afraid of the emptiness around me. Deathly afraid. When I am left alone, I do not know what to do. It closes in on me, the close darkness. And I can feel shapes in it, evil spirits. They will come for me, they will burn me alive. I can feel it in my bones, I can hear it in my ears. They whisper out to me, hissing sinister and poisonous words only I can hear. People I meet presume me mad. Maybe I am, I do not know. But there was a time the terrors themselves came for me. A time I was left alone, to fend for myself. That fateful day I have not forgotten.