Week 3: The Meeting
I was shot through the third week. I could not sleep well, and all this nervousness at the nightly whispers and this eerie sense I was beginning to feel most of the time. It seemed as though the house was watching me. One night, I was awakened in the middle of the night by a tremendous feeling of foreboding.

My body stiffened with fear, but I could not rationalize why until I looked towards the foot of my bed. There stood a figure in the darkness. I thought to myself, ‘Well, must be just nerves-I mean, it’s probably just my imagination playing tricks on me,’ but as my eyes adjusted, I knew it wasn’t. The figure was solid, but features were obscured by darkness.