I suppose I should make this simple. My name’s Zach, and I honestly don’t know what I’m doin on here at almost 2am. I really should be trying to sleep, but I know if I lay down and shut my eyes, “it” will show itself and jerk me awake again. You see, my doctor told me it’d be healthy for me to write out these experiences. Explaining that the more I do, the less my brain will create these “events” I’ve been experiencing.Effectively giving my imagination an outlet. I know though that this is not something caused by that organic ball of nerves crammed behind my eyes. I would’ve lost it much sooner after 13 weeks at Parris Island, or that 2 year deployment in Hell. No this isnt something merely psychological or genetic based. The brain can’t cause happenings like this, neither can ‘Combat Fatigue’. No this all started when “He” showed up. That goddamn day he showed his mug in the park. But I really should get moving, the sun’ll be up soon and I have work. For once my Insomnia isnt holding it’s grip on me. I just hope “it” gives me a few hours rest tonight…

I’ll be happy to explain more later, but for now, bonsoir

-Z.McCaid