What does it mean to be insane, and How far will he go to test her sanity?
When I was younger, unlike most children, I wasn't afraid of the dark. Alternatively, I was afraid of what hid in it. Nowadays I'm more terrified than ever. I'm relentlessly petrified of him, and all he's capable of. He haunts my nightmares, and my daydreams. He's nowhere yet everywhere. He in truth is the devil's descendant.
I felt the effects of my pupils dilating, as I focused on the anatomy of the figure. My gasps echoed throughout the bathroom, as my vision became translucent. There, stood a strange man, under the maple tree. His eyes silently behests me to look away. I wouldn't dare disobey his command.
I wrench to reach for my towel that sat on the stool adjacent to the bathtub. Salted tears of distress dampen my cheeks as I failed awfully. I could not retrieve my towel, without presenting the stranger my naked body. Still, I endlessly tried, and occasionally looked back to insure if the man was still there. Indeed, he stood there unmoved.