Its the time of the year where people say ghosts are everywhere. Its the time of the year where people talk about supernatural. But I’m not afraid. Not a single hair stands in my buttocks. But there’s something I’m afraid of. The mere thought of it give chills to my spine. I’m afraid of myself. I’m afraid that I’m losing myself bit by bit. I’m afraid that if I lose myself along, I might not be able to recover it. I might not be able to fix the damage It will suffer.