I smile at people and yet they do not smile back.
I speak to people and yet they do not speak back.
I hear the conversations of people and yet they hear nothing of me.
I simply do not exist in their world.
They do not see me.
They do not hear me.
They do not fear me.
And yet, they should.
I never meant for any of this to happen. I'm not a monster, after all. But that doesn't mean I won't stop at nothing to hide my secret or to feel as though I belong. And to think, all of this could have been avoided. All it took was for someone to say they wanted me.
From Matt Shaw, the author of 'Sick B*stards' comes a new psychological horror. Part fact, Part fiction. A story that comes with a strong warning that, if you're easily shocked or offended, some scenes will upset you.
Currently ranked 25 in Horror category of Amazon. Hit number 3 in British horror when it first came out.
1.
Getting to know me
My name is Dennis but I doubt you will remember it.
In order for you to get a jump-start on getting to know me I shall give you a quick rundown of what occurs during a typical day for me. Because it leads on nicely to a new day - I shall start this with me turning in the night before.
Night-time
I go to bed around ten o’clock every evening and lay awake for what can be several hours. Despite it being my choice as to when I turn in for the day, I am simply not tired when I come upstairs. You may wonder as to why I retire so early if not in the mood for sleep. This is because there is nothing for me to do. I have no one to talk to, I’m not much of a reader and I find nothing on the television that holds my attention after ten. It’s either news broadcasts or shows I find to be filled with puerile humour that is - to me - unfunny.
Whilst laying there, I stare at the ceiling waiting for my brain to shut off from whatever is keeping it ticking over. These thoughts can be about anything that I have done that day, what I plan to do the following day or what is happening in the home next door.
I live in a small end of terrace house. There are two bedrooms upstairs although one of those would surely be listed as a boxroom if the house were on the market. The second bedroom has been made up for the occasional guest should they ever want to stay, with a single bed and a bedside cabinet although no one has ever used either piece of furniture. Downstairs there is a small living room and an even smaller kitchen. It wasn’t my first choice of home.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Gema Pedreda
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