Notes from the Vultures

This damn nightmare haunts each and every one of us. I have to write it down or I won't be able to remember who I am. I'll even forget how to distinguish reality from dreams. Around every corner, behind every wall, I can hear the sound of countless spiders crawling around. About half of us have gone missing in our sleep. Maybe I'll be next. I can't go to sleep, I can't go to sleep, I can't...