You're not real.

Date: 10/10/2016

I'm getting ready for bed but out of the corner of my eye, I see someone looking inside my bedroom window. My blinds are down but not closed. I get up to close them but the man is still standing there, watching me. I fall asleep anyways. When I wake up, he's no longer standing there. I get up out of my bed and tell my dad about the man outside my window. He says it was probably just a neighborhood. I just agree with him and go back to my room. Later that night, the man shows up again. This time, I go and get my dad. When my dad and I go outside to confront the man, he runs off. The next night, he comes back but I make sure to wait outside and see what he wants. When he arrives, I jumped out of the bush by window and tackle him. I'm sitting on top of him with a knife in my right hand screaming at him "Why won't you leave me alone?!" His heart starts racing then calms, "I'm watching you because you're not real." I drop the knife and look at him confused, "what?" "You're not REAL. You're a spirt, you're dead." I get off of him slowly and sit on the ground next to him. "Then how do see me?!" "I'm a spiritualist.", he said. "I see ghosts everyday." "I can't be dead.. how do my friends see me if I'm a ghost?", I said. "They don't. Haven't you realized that you haven't seen your friends since the movies months ago?" "What about my family?" "They're dead too."