I never expected to have such...intense feeling for someone I disliked my entire life. The feeling of floating out of my body, to feel the air in and out of me, to leave that hatred and resentment behind, it was freeing. My father, who had tried to mold me into his perfect little girl, to his liking, drove me to this. I couldn't handle the pressure, I was weak.

I regret every last bit of my hate...

Thumping, ticking, creeking, it's all the damn same to me.

I haven't been able to sleep for hours thanks to those house noises. I hate the noise of the house settling, the ticking of my old grandfather clock, the thumping coming from the basement. Hm, the basement? When did that appear in the menagerie of sounds that plague tonight? But what do I know, right? I grab my flashlight and head d...