Just This Side of Madness
(This is from Flora's pov. It might not be cohesive in certain places but that was done on purpose as I'm sure we all recall that Flora wasn't the most stable person to begin with; I figure being haunted all the time is making her grow less stable by the moment.--Cindy)
I fear I may never rid myself of these spirits. If they do not
leave they may just drive me to point of madness. I can never seem to
be free of them, completely. Not any longer. I must stay away from
everyone to be around anyone only makes them worse and I might seem
like a mad woman to anyone who sees me.
I will refuse all invitations not matter how insignificant it might
seem at the time. I have all I need right here; in our flat.
Visitors call on me but I will not see them. I can hear them again,
the unwelcomed visitors. I ask them, yell at them to leave me be but
it is met with the haunting becoming louder, even if no else can hear
it.
Into my room, I quietly close the door, close the curtain so I will
not see the sun shining into the room, reminding me that it is still
daylight or that the outside world still exists. On the bed, I lie
down and try to rest but rest does not come. I look to the ceiling,
the quiet torturing me in its own way. The spirits are quiet but only
for a moment , then they start again but then as they drift off to
more silence, I attempt to close my eyes once more.
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