Rememberance of the First Sighting

_I am beginning to give credence to the idea that my house is haunted. At first I thought it was the fever-dreams, because that's the first time I really remember seeing- it. I had woken up with my face buried in a sweat-soaked pillow. The only light cast from a lamp on the shelf in the hall bathed the familiar in a sickly, green glow._

_In my doorway there was a fetid cloud, translucent as jello, that roiled and writhed. In my delirious state it looked to be a mass of lips, most human-like, the largest in the middle, perhaps two to three feet across. Shaped in the form of a question mark- larger on top, tapering down to nothing, I had the unsettling sense that it was looking at me, despite the fact it lacked eyes._

_It sat there for a moment or two- I don't know how long really for I was ill at the time, before vanishing between groggy blinks of my eyes._

_That was the first time._

I looked at the strange mad imagery penned in my journal and closed it, hands shaking, mind numb.

The next page could wait.