Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   I saw them. Tall dark figures,filling up the room,appeared out of nowhere. I could not believe what I was seeing. I saw it all, up until now but ghosts?A floating spirit right in front of me?This is a new high for this house. Ghosts is the obvious thing to call them but they are something else,no particular shape and the colour of the tar,black,menacing.Now,now all these things are explained,the floor,the walls,the noises. This is not my house,it is theirs and I am the trespasser,not the other way round. I am an uninvited guest who is still lucky to be alive. I slowly back away from the figures,who are slowly approaching me now and then I feel it. The door behind me is locked. I forgot it slammed just a second ago. This is it,no escape,this is how it ends.     I don’t know what to do,the only thing that comes to my mind is to dash upstairs,this is where the Henry should be. He went to pick up the luggage,all our belongings. We were supposed to leave this house.Why,why are we

Pitch black silence.Interrupted by a heartbeat.Slow,steady,persistent.Intruding on the sleep. Restless. Mind wakes. Drifting in and out of consciousness,the decision is made. Another sleepless night. Imagery flashing,pulsing.Bright as the sun,it hurts. You plead for the escape,peace but there is none to be found. It is all being played out,over and over,no escape,no return,cold sweat. The tossing and turning,unease. Make it stop,alas no end. Another night,you see it all once more. Yet again. Darkness is upon the town but it´s fourth of July in your mind. The colours are flashing,faces,memories,pain.Escape,all you pray for but it never ends,so you take pleasure in pain. You welcome the fireworks in the sleepless nights,you learn to live with it. Embrace it,ready for it and take it head on. Bang,bang bang. Faces,colours,voices. Glory of the pain. Nobody to talk to about the new addiction,but they would never understand. The little secret between you and the night. Covenant