I’ve started lying because no one understood when I told them it was Nothing. They couldn’t comprehend a complete lack of sensation, a void of consciousness. It wasn’t until the nightmares began that my lie became a reality. They started with whispers and shadows, things I could dismiss as my mind playing tricks. But then they grew bolder, manifesting as ghastly apparitions that followed me everywhere. They were angry and vengeful, insistent upon dragging me back to the place I had no memory of. Now I understand that I did see something after all, and it’s coming to claim me.