[ WP ] There is a monster in your house that can only attack you once you acknowledge that it exists . You know this and try to write off the various ways it tries to get your attention .

`` It's too bad that I'm insane. Witnessing things that do n't exist all the time. I wonder if I smeared that raw meat all over the ceiling or if I'm just imagining it.'' 
 
 I'm sure I heard a pronounced sigh at these words, but I ignored it. Somehow this was still working, and I did n't want to give in. I was fairly certain that the entity in my house knew I was being facetious by this point, but it did n't matter. He needed my acknowledgement to confront me. That's what the old lady at the Tarot card shop said anyway, when I went looking for advice about the strange happenings in my home. 
 
 I just ignored it for the first few weeks, but it started to get bold. It could n't physically confront me, but it could physically interact with the inanimate objects around my house. I'm fairly certain its trapped here and needs my help letting it out, but in order to aid my deceit, I decided to avoid learning as much as I could. 
 
 Once it became impossible to ignore what it was doing, I came up with a new strategy. I would n't acknowledge it and instead credit its actions to my own unreliable subconscious. 
 
 As I cleaned up the meat, spread across the ceiling to roughly approximate the words *I AM ALL AROUND YOU, * I chuckled a bit to myself. I was starting to enjoy the deceit. I had even seen a psychiatrist and put on a strong act. Soon my disability payments would start to arrive. I had very good benefits at work, so I figured to sell the charade, I would take a leave of absence. Stress related, I had said. 
 
 It was n't long after this that claw and bite marks began to appear on my furniture and walls. I decided that perhaps I had a cat. 
 
 `` Obviously, I've had Fluffers for years.'' It was difficult not to look at the entity after I started talking about Fluffers for the first time. It was clearly appalled at the name, but I was n't sure if glancing directly at it would be enough to count as acknowledgement, so I kept my eyes unfocused upon anything in particular. Not long after this, I started purchasing cat food. 
 
 Things started to deteriorate a few weeks into my stress leave. I had stopped attending my meetings with my psychiatrist, and apparently she had notified my office. 
 
 Anyways, one day, she showed up at my house. Worried about me she said, but I was worried about her. What if she acknowledged it? 
 
 I could tell that something was off as soon as I opened the door. The look on her face showed that she could sense something in my house. How strong was its presence? I remember that she wrinkled her nose. I told her that it was just my cat, Fluffers, making a mess. She inquired if the cat was new, but I assured her that she was my long time pet. 
 
 We talked briefly, and she asked if I would like to continue our sessions, but having already managed to fool my office into believing in my deranged mental state, it did n't seem necessary so I told her that I was feeling much better. Just as she was leaving, the entity came up behind me. It still could not interact with me, but it started to scratch wall around the door. It was difficult, but I managed to ignore it. 
 
 `` Fluffers at it again. I really should have taught her better.'' My psychiatrist looked confused, but smiled at me reassuringly and took her leave. The entity was furious that afternoon, having missed another opportunity. 
 
 That night, the police came by my home. They said my neighbors had heard sounds of domestic violence. I assured them that I lived alone, but my cat was always causing problems. For some reason they could not help but look at my hands; admittedly they had gotten into pretty bad shape. 
 
 It was only a few days after that when the men in white came.
