This is pretty freaky. I actually highly recommend not to read it if you get paranoid or scared really, really easily, because the same thing may happen to you as it did to me. Which is letting the fear, the paranoia, get to you. Letting it take over you. Letting it get to your head, letting it to compel you to thoughts of killing yourself. And if you do decide to read it, make sure you're not alone at home. Put on some music, too. Please, I beg of you.

So, I was on WattPad, reading short scary/freaky stories. I won't put down the name of the book for your sanity's sake. I'm not even joking on the sanity part. I think I lost some sanity. ;-;

Oh, gosh. My skin is crawling in goosebumps. :( I'm getting the chills.

A few stories in, I huddled under my comforter. I always do that when I'm freaked out or paranoid; hide my body parts to make sure nothing out of the ordinary tugs or nips at me.

I made the music a little louder so that I didn't feel alone. Feeling alone would make me feel really creeped out and even more paranoid than I was with the music on.

I was getting really sweating from being under the comforter, but I didn't dare take it off. My fear, my paranoia, made me live through it. I continued to read, but I stopped after an incredibly scary story that was much longer than the stories usually were.

I felt as if I was being watched and my heart beat faster. My paranoia was incredibly high. I lied down on my back and watched a video, my nerves calming down when I heard another human's voice.

All too soon, the video ended, and it felt like eyes were on me. I was hungry, and I didn't want to be in my room anymore. Breathing fast and sweat coating the top of my forehead, I slipped the comforter off of me and quickly walked out of my room.

My sweaty hand gripped the banister as I walked down the stairs. A thought hit me: No one's home. A sense of cold dread went through me, and I felt unnerved.

I went into the kitchen, clutching my phone tightly in my hand. Music softly blared from it. I made it louder (the music). I glanced at the bathroom. The dark, lurking bathroom. One of many who held monsters in its mirror. There was no way I was using the bathroom, but I had to pee.

I quickly used the bathroom and made myself some cereal. Fruit Loops, of course. :)

The minute I sat down to eat and my back hit the back of the chair, I felt so... so relieved. The eyes, those watching, unnerving eyes, were gone.

~time skip to 6:30 PM~

It was time to do my scoliosis stretches. Doing them helped straighten my spine.

I got out of bed and began doing my first stretch, but then stopped. I couldn't. I just couldn't! The eyes, they were on me. My back. I felt vulnerable. Something could attack me from behind.

Scared and paranoid out of my mind, I decided not to do my stretches today. I rushed out of my room and headed for the bathroom across the hall to take a bath.

And then, I had lost some of my sanity.

As the water rushed into the tub and as I took off my clothes, I felt compelled to do something.

To kill myself.

There was a pressure on my neck, one that I didn't apply. It was as if a pair of hands had closed themselves around my neck. They never squeezed, but the pressure. The pressure. It was hard to swallow.

I thought about dipping my head under the still water, letting the water in. Letting it kill me.

This thought scared me and I suddenly didn't want to take a bath. I didn't want to die.

This- this was getting to my head. The eyes. The paranoia. This wasn't good.

Now I know why and how people go insane, why some of those people end up killing themselves. They were compelled to. They couldn't take it anymore. Being alone, engulfed in silence, having only their thoughts. The very thoughts that suggested death.

The thoughts I had.

But I took a bath anyway. I made the thoughts go away. I brought my phone with me, so I didn't feel alone.

I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes. But I didn't want to reread this to check for any. Just writing it was hard, to relieve it...

And I'm especially sorry if this has freaked you out. Go talk to someone. Don't ever read any scary stories anywhere unless you know you're mentally stable enough to handle it. I've learned my lesson:

No more scary stories.

Because sanity left me today. And because I thought about killing myself.