Day Seven
My 'condition' (as I have taken to calling it) has progressed rapidly, and I realise I have made a terrible oversight. You see, even if our eyes are closed they are still very much active, taking in the backs of our eyelids. The spirits have found their way even into there. Far short of being a safe haven away from them, my efforts evade them through rest is as entering a cage of hungry lions.
I can see them right now, trying to claw their way in from the corners of my vision. When I blink their forms change from tiny fingers in my periphery to entire ghostly faces mere inches in front of me, mouths agape.
It is now, in what may be my final moments, that I pray my words have not cursed you, too, dearest reader.
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