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| The Closet |
What impressed me the most was the bedroom's closet. It was a large walk-in closet, with much more space than I needed. I could use some of it for storage, which I did not do right away, but did later.
In the beginning, I lived peacefully at the Clarke home. I had enough privacy, no bills, and the Clarke's insisted that I take my meals with them. My only "job" was going to school (and keeping my room organized, of course).
About 14 days after I had moved in, I had transferred my belongings to my room, and I had stored a number of boxes in the huge closet. Around this time I began to start having trouble sleeping.
I started jerking awake in the middle of the night, apparently for no reason. At first I thought the fault might lie in the Clarkes' cat, but when I began to close my door, the trouble continued. Finally, one night I saw what people call "the hat man." It was a dark figure that looked like it was wearing a fedora. It didn't move; it seemed to stand in one spot and stare at me.
I blamed the appearance of "the hat man" on my bipolar medication. I take about eight pills for bipolar and related issues. I'd also had trouble with medicine-inspired hallucinations in the past. I assumed that's what it was this time, and my new life and location added to (or caused) the condition.
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