I walked down the street with an uneasy step. I couldn’t help but sense someone behind me, following me, watching my every move, and every time I turn they would hide, and I couldn’t see them. But I knew they were there. I walked faster, trying to get home quickly, and get away from. . it, as soon as I could. Hoping that the uneasy feeling that was taking over me wouldn’t follow me into my home. I unlocked the front door, and slammed the door behind me. I through my school bag on the lounge room floor, and ran up the stairs to escape to my room. Closing the door behind me, and closing the curtains. Making sure that no one could see me. But still I felt uncomfortable. Like there was someone else there. Someone sitting right next to me on my bed, in my space, and breathing my air. I hid under the bed covers. Hoping they would shield me from the people. The eyes watching me. I felt a little safer, but I was still in a state of panic, and my heart was still racing, and thoughts were still jumping through my head, un-controllably jumping through my head. . . And that’s when the echo began, voices of my friends started repeating my thoughts, and there was another voice, on that sounded evil. I didn’t recognise it. All I know is that it wasn’t good, and I wanted all the voices to leave me alone. So I can be by myself. All by my self. . . .