About

I first started seeing you when I was a child. I must have been about five years old back then. At that time, you just followed me around, staring at me without saying a word. I pointed you out and told my parents something strange was there, but they didn't believe me. Then, two years later, when I was seven, your harassment began. At first, it was just tripping me. But as I grew older, your pranks became more severe. Then one day, when I was fourteen, I finally snapped during class because of your constant bullying. I screamed at you to stop, saying I was going crazy... After that, strange rumors started spreading about me. That I was mentally ill. That I could see ghosts. And so on... In the end, I had to spend the rest of middle school alone. I can't forget the look on your face back then. That sneering expression of yours. . . . Now, I've ended up getting used to it, even though I never wanted to. No matter if you trip me or do whatever else, I've chosen to just ignore you. As this pattern repeated, I started to see signs of you getting anxious. I guess ignoring you really is the best way.