Hey. So a few of you (I don't know) have been wondering, "Why is his status so vague?", "What does THAT mean?!", "Who is 'He'?". (If you don't know what I'm talking about, here's an image: ) Spoiler: Image Today, I'm sick. Let me explain, because that's not just the case. Last night I was in my bed. I woke up from a dream to start a new one. Unfortunately (for me), that's not what happened. I knew I was awake. I could feel the presence of my Dad and my physical and mental shape. However, I was hallucinating. The place of the (main) entrance to my room took the shape of my closet. I saw a man. A stranger. A ghost. He was a black figure with a white mask, it appeared as he was moving towards my closet door to put something on it. . . A black flag? (This was the part of my closet that was OPEN. The doors of my closet are white, half of the space was closet and the other half open, which rendered black.) I didn't move. I didn't want to move. I couldn't move. As I was paralyzed with fear, I gently tapped on my father's leg, waking him up. I told him, "Dad... There's someone there......" No one was there. He checked the house. The reason got so scared and my mind tricked me into hallucinating this weird part of my life was because that night I went to grab my charger that was in my mom's car. I didn't lock the back door. Because of such fear, I threw up that morning. I failed to attend school. All of this is 100% true. I hope you guys don't experience the amount of fear that I had. Now I won't forget to pray ever again.