These are the scents that fill my room. They are sweet. They are hell. They cause my eyes to water. They cause my lungs to burn. I am hiding. They have been looking for me for months. I've seen them watching me ever since my family and I have moved here. I've seen them staring at me, blending in within the crowd, peeping behind trees, watching my every move. I didn't tell anyone. People would've thought I was insane. I noticed that I am the only one that can see them. Now I wish I had told someone. I could've left. I could've saved my family. However, it is too late now. I was writing in my diary in the library when I heard a noise downstairs. It almost sounded like a scream, hushed, yet horrified. Curious, I walked over to the staircase and looked downstairs. All I saw was a shadow, but it was no ordinary shadow. It was almost like smoke and I've seen those shadows before. Scared, I ran into my room and locked the door.

Now I am hiding behind the shadows and darkness under my bed. The white linen sheets cover the underside, but it won't do any good if they look beneath them. My family was down there. I don't know what has happened to them. I don't know if they're alive or dead. I hope they're dead. They shouldn't have to suffer anymore.

Suddenly, I feel nausea rising up in my stomach. They are coming. I can feel their presence as they come up the stairs and towards my room. They try to open my door, rattling the doorknob. As the rattling stops, I hold my breath. They are in here. I don't know how they got in, but I can feel them. The floorboards are creaking, almost shaking. Dust erupts and the walls of the room vibrate. Sweat forms on my temples and my heart beats with fear. My vision becomes blurred. The corners of my sight become black. I can hold on. I know I can. Suddenly, the nausea settles and everything becomes quiet.

Are they gone?

Is it safe?

I exhale deeply as I begin to relax. I lower my head rest it on the floor, facing my right. That's when I see a pair of blood red eyes staring at me.

Everything becomes a blur. Screams erupt from my voice as I am pulled from under my bed. I thrash, trying to break free from the cold grip that holds me, choking me. I try to remain calm, but the excruciating pain filling my body says differently. Everything begins to fade. As the darkness consumes my mind, the last thing I think of is how little I managed to live my life, my small fraction of existence. All my regrets, wishes and dreams just gone to waste, and I will never get another chance, never. As the smoke like shadows fill my sight, everything turns to black.

Now, I see again.