It's Cold

It's been cold outside lately. Like, really cold. It's not unusual for this time of year, but it's just been making it harder and harder to wake up in the morning. Warm bed + cold room = NO, I WANNA SLEEP. But I still do it anyway. Some how.

Then again, maybe it's because of my dreams. I keep waking up to tapping on my wall, and in my dreams He is always standing at the door watching me. I don't want t o sleep because I don't want to dream about Him, but at the same time it's the only time I really feel safe anymore. I haven't seen him, but I don't like being paranoid about Him being around the corner. I can't even walk through my house in the dark anymore. I don't think light makes him go away, but I feel better at least if I can see...

I know He is around here somewhere, though. I wonder if there's someone else around who know of Him, or if He knows that I'm aware of Him. Either way, I can't deny the fact that I saw tracks going through the woods. But the less I think about Him, the less likely He is to bother me.

...Right?