Companion

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Something lives in my apartment with me. I can always see it out of the corner of my eye, I can never see it directly. More of a vague shape. Movement. It whispers to me, I can never make out what it’s saying. Always barely drowned out by ambient noise. Doesn’t matter if it’s my bedroom fan at night or my blaring headphones, always an indecipherable whisper. I can feel the presence behind me, it’s breath on the back of my neck. A 6th sense of some sort making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. 


I can’t feel it’s warmth, it feels more like a heat sink, a coolness slowing the molecules in the air around it. No one else can see it. If this hadn’t been going on for so long I would agree with them that this isn’t real.


In mirrors I can barely see it, almost perfectly hiding behind my body. A few times I’ve been able to see a sliver of it. Blue translucent skin. That opened up more questions than it answered. As if any color and texture combo would make me feel better.


Am I being haunted? Did I do something? Do I deserve this?


Can it be stopped? Can I be free of this companion? How?


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