They are getting worse. Before they were just little black dots running by. Easily passed off as nothing but now…i can’t do it anymore. They look like they are going to kill me. Slowly. Bloody. No mercy. They run after me. They get in my face. No matter how many times I say it’s not real they won’t go away. I refuse to be alone at night now. That’s when they bother me the most. I hate my job. Why do I have to work nights. They stare at me with this grin. This toothy “supper” looking grin. I hate them.