They call me crazy. Insane. If by insane they mean that I see things that aren’t there, or even things they don’t see, then they’re wrong. The only difference between me and them is I don’t ignore what I see.
That shadow that moved when it shouldn’t have? I saw that.
That car moving along in the dark that looked like something else, if only for a brief second? I saw that, too.
I’m locked away simply because I won’t ignore what I see, I won’t pretend it didn’t happen, pretend I was imagining things.
I’m locked away because when I see those things, I don’t look away.
And that’s how I know.
They are coming.
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