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He rushed over to my place and had just about had a heart attack when he arrived and saw that the cops had taped off the building. Luckily, he saw a cop he knew, who had told him what he knew of my condition and which hospital I was in. Kenji had called Matt and Jeff, and the three of them waited at the hospital until they were allowed to see me.

During the time I stayed with Matt and Jeff, Kenji stopped by often to see how I was doing. Things were almost like they used to be when the four of us used to hang out. The feeling was incredibly comforting. It occurred to me that I had begun to think of the three of them as my family. The only real family I had ever had.

I had called my father and told him what had happened, which turned out to be a mistake. He wasn't too concerned, if you know what I mean. Instead, he had hinted that I only had myself to blame. Dressing like I do, creating goth art and being gay are apparently things that make being targeted by psychos inevitable. I was used to this attitude, but it hurt that I had almost died and he still didn't care. Well, to hell with him.

After I finished talking to Kenji, I popped a beer and sat down in front of the TV, flipping through channels, looking for a movie. 'Lost Highway' was on, but watching a David Lynch movie in my current state of mind didn't seem like such a good idea. I flipped past a few more channels and found 'My Cousin Vinny'. Perfect.

"Fuck you, Ryan," I whispered as I pulled a blanket over myself and settled back on the couch.

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I woke up shivering. Not so surprising, when I noticed that my duvet cover was lying in a fluffy heap on the floor. I must have thrown it off in my sleep. As I reached down and pulled it back up I glanced at the clock. After the movie I had stayed up for a while listening to music and doodling in my sketchbook, and then gone to bed at around 11:30. It was now 2:30 a.m. I sighed to myself and pulled the duvet cover up to my nose, still shaking from cold.

Over a half an hour later I was still nowhere near getting back to sleep. I was wide awake, tossing and turning in frustration. I turned on my back with a frustrated groan. I just couldn't relax. My eyes fell on a spot of shadow in a corner of the ceiling. It was oddly dark. It almost looked solid. And what's more, it seemed to be growing.

I drew in a sharp breath as the shadow suddenly started moving, sliding down the wall and growing at the same time. Then it released itself from the wall and started moving through the room towards the bed. And it grew even more solid, there was no mistaking that the outline of the black shape was that of a man. It was blurred around the edges, like a photo out of focus, but I could make out arms, legs and a head.

The shape stopped at the foot of the bed. Petrified with fear, I stared at it. Even though it was so black, I could almost make out its face. It was almost like staring into the darkness of a deep well and seeing the face of a corpse staring back at you.

It seemed like forever that it just stood there, at the foot of my bed, watching me. Then, in one swift motion it moved to the side of the bed and I felt hands grasping my throat and pulling me off the bed down onto the floor.

Frantically, I tried prying away the hands that were strangling me, but I couldn't. My hands simply passed through them as if they weren't even there. Fighting to breathe, I stared up at the black shape. Its face was now distinguishable, and I knew who it was. It was the person who had tried to kill me before, and had succeeded many times since in my nightmares. But this...

...this is no dream! It's no dream!

My vision began to blur. I was passing out... then the pressure on my throat disappeared. Gasping for breath, I looked around. The shape was gone. Or rather...

Ryan was gone.

Once I was able to breathe normally again, I frantically dressed and shoved some clothes into a bag along with my wallet and toothbrush.

I'll call Kenji and I'll stay at his place. I can't stay here.

I grabbed my ja

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