The night was dark and quiet.
I lay in bed as usual, alone and sad as insomnia had taken over me for years now.
I lay on my back while I watched the colored balls of light float down from the ceiling onto my sheets.
One by one they fell, blue, red, purple.
The eyes watched me.
I had been trying to ignore them for days, not even bothering to open my closet.
What was it and what did it want?
I closed my eyes but sleep did not come to me.
Instead, almost like heat, I could feel the stare coming from the closet.
It became hard to ignore.
Its presence was so heavy I thought for sure it would come out of the closet.
Slowly, the fear set in.
I ignored the colored puffs and lay quietly under the sheets, sweating and secretly shaking in fear.
My eyes were on the dark closet.
The door was closed.
I remained motionless for hours hoping that daylight would soon come.
I had no memory of falling asleep.
The thing was still there when I awoke, though.
I spent my day at school, not looking forward to the return home.
When I got home the feeling remained.
I then decided to confront it.
I told him that I wasn't afraid of him and I cursed him over and over that night.
He left my closet.
The following day I was able to open my closet and of course there was nothing there.
So, what was this thing?
It was a man.
It is a man.
His name is David.
He only moved out of my closet and into my life.
Some may say he's my "spirit guide" or "guardian angel".
I overcame my fear of him after he presented himself to me in dreams.
He is a very beautiful man.
To this day, his presence is still heavily felt...
..everywhere I go.
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