The Black

I fear it… I can't describe what it is beyond the black… I just find myself there, but conscious thought ceases replaced with dread. Then suddenly I wake up as if it's mocking me. Or the me before me. The man I was the day prior as if to remind me that I'm it's next victim.

My doctor told me that things, things are fine. That this is normal… but no it's not normal. I know deep within me that this isn't just something everyone else goes through and doesn't think twice about.

Who in their right mind could bear the knowledge that they are not just temporary, but permanently on the edge of expiration. As each second ticks by unceasingly plagued with the knowledge of the sudden black that swallows them, they remain calm. No I… I am sane… it is the rest of them who have gone mad.

You, are you listening to me? I haven't slept in days, and the me before would laugh; so why? Why are you not laughing. Why do you look at me like that? I'm not sick! I'm warning you. Pity me while you can but listen to me and take it to heart!

The black it comes, it's a terror that has plagued man since long ago. It… it comes for you when you least expect when your guard falls down… when you sleep. It takes you and… and… somehow it unmakes you. And from the nothing it makes you again, so subtly that you wouldn't even notice unless you got to see it. That's how I noticed. A man with strange eyes… find him… Jones. His last name was Jones. Before you are unmade talk to him… he will show you what I fear.