There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone. 

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor. 

The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he left cold fingers brush across his phantom hand. 

I like to sing in the shower sometimes. When i got out of the last one, the fogged-up mirror read "YOU HAVE A LOVELY VOICE"---- I live alone.

 Working the nght shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at th security camera. 

She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't. 

It's been 315 days since the global outbreak, 187 days since I realized I might be the only survivor, and 3 days since the two of us found each other in the wreckage of the world and regained hope. I'd been alone so long I almost forgot that hallucinating imaginary companions is the first sign of infection.

I think I might be the most successful serial killer in history. The best part is telling their loved ones we did everything we could. 

If you ge scared at night, don't keep your eyes closed for too long. There's a reason you're scared, and now you can't see it approach.