People saw me walking down the streets as

People saw me walking down the streets as if I was a criminal, a murderer. I didn´t do it I was called innocent by the jury but still people didn´t believe it,I was guilty for them

"He's a person," I screamed. "Who cares about you stupid sunflowers." The ladies mouth went a gape. I tried to save the poor man, but before the ambulance came he was dead. Now he

haunts me. I'll be sleeping & suddenly feel him touch my face. I wake up and he is RIGHT THERE staring at me. Waves of sadness & terror wash over me! Then I blink...& he's gone.

At 45, I thought I would be rid of my imaginary friend. He would pop in brief flashes; always provoking me to play and run. It's so hard to drive sometimes.

Especially when my imaginary friend runs out in front of my car, or when he appears in the back seat with a butcher's knife. Something tells me he hasn't forgiven me for trying to

pun everything he said last Tuesday. Red lights are where we get into trouble, and I've taken to the back streets. Home after home we pass, none of which appear

occupied. That one there, is there a dim light. "Stop." The driver halts the vehicle. "Alright buddy, 5 Bucks keep the change. I don't want to stay in this neighborhood long."

Kenny passed the cash and stumbled out of the car. As the car sped away, he ducked into a dark alley and hauled out a bag. "Alright, I've brought the goods," he shouted. "Now, you

eat them, Eat them all!" It all went to hell from there. As he ate, his eyes grew bigger, and his pupils started digesting visible light. Thus began our perpetual darkness.