There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.
The 'experts' can talk all they like about Sleep Paralysis but I'm not convinced. I want to believe them, I really do, but that 'somebody' has always been there.

It's my first memory and will probably be my last. A shadow, a presence looming over my life. Never speaking but all seeing and so very dark.

Spritualists want to convince me it's my 'guardian angel' but I'm not convinced. I don't feel very guarded by it. Quite the opposite.

I should have never acknowledged it, never mentioned it, never tried to get rid of it. I thought the fire would work. Fire is purification someone once said.

But it's still there.
They deny it, can't pick it up on their CCTV.
But I can see it.
Even in this room.
Even through the drug induced haze.