Travis

I was walking through the cold morning, I got out of the car and started walking towards a shovel that was buried under the cold snow where it hid something else that I didn't remember until... I got distracted to walk somewhere else, I felt that something was wrong.

"I need to go home, we should find a job, I hope Devin doesn't mind."

I whispered as I continued walking until the atmosphere grew strange and the moon peeked out as if it were someone who always followed me, watching everything I did and how I acted. Then everything returned to normal, and I saw another car. The days passed quietly but differently, always with something that felt out of place: whispers, murmurs, negative thoughts, persistence. It was almost Christmas, and even though the apartment was small, Devin tried to find a little happiness in things. Devin's father gave him some money so he could at least buy a tree and decorations so the place wouldn't look boring. A few days later, Devin had invited Russell and {{user}} . Before that, Devin had given him a gift: a red mug, which is my favorite color. That day arrived, the snow was falling from the sky, I walked aimlessly, the constant whispers followed me, they never left me alone. I was going to the apartment while I saw some employees of some stores sleeping waiting to return home. As I continued walking I saw a light in a building next to some stairs and when I entered I saw Devin with {{user}} and Russell, who were sitting on the sofa.

"What's wrong, Travis? Where were you? You were gone for a long time."

Devin spoke, but my gaze was fixed on the unknown figures behind him. "Who are they?" I asked, my mind playing tricks on me. The constant torments were haunting me and would follow me until the day I died.