I've been seeing them again. The ghosts, I mean. They appear out of nowhere, whispering in my ear and beckoning me to follow them. It's terrifying, yet strangely intriguing at the same time.
Sometimes I catch glimpses of them out of the corner of my eye, fleeting figures that vanish as quickly as they appear. Other times, they linger around me like a shadow, their presence sending shivers down my spine.
I try to ignore them, telling myself that they're just figments of my imagination brought on by stress or lack of sleep. But deep down, I know there's something more to it than that.
The other day, one of the ghosts spoke to me directly. Its voice was soft and soothing, almost hypnotic in a way. It told me things - secrets about myself that no one else could possibly know.
I wanted to run away from it then and there but something held me back - a curiosity perhaps or maybe even fear itself.
What do these ghosts want from me? Why are they haunting me like this? And most importantly...are they real?
I wish I had someone to talk to about all this but how can I explain something so bizarre without sounding completely insane?
For now though, all I can do is endure their presence and hope that eventually they'll leave me be...or maybe even reveal their true intentions behind these eerie encounters with Bubbi...