After writing my account of an horrific experience I had as an 8 year old child, many have encouraged me to speak about the aftermath. I've been hesitant to do so as I have felt unsettled since I broke my silence. Sleep has not come easy to me these last few nights. My skepticism, however, remains resilient and as such I will tell of what I experienced in the other room. This won't be as long, as what occurred only took place over a few days but that was more than enough for me. It was staring at me. But the room was so dark. The rhythmic breathing of the watcher at the end of my bed.