Day 4- Pietro At 11 in the morning the shadow people come into my room and start to try to wake me up. They have a process. First they creep around the room as the shadows of horrible creatures and disfigured unmentionables. One of them, who I will call Pietro for the sake of this documentation, makes the same shadow every time: a boy with his head blown off crawling around while shadow blood pours out from his shadow neck wound. They ghost around the room a while and if I haven’t shown any signs of being roused, they then move on to “disturbing noises” and start oohing and awing and making shrill screams that I’m used to by now and ignore while pretending to sleep. The truth is, I’m always up by 11 anyway but I like to give them a hard time. When they’re tired of making scary noises, they start trashing my room. This usually starts with the knocking of books off of my desk and will eventually lead to Pietro, or some other shadow personality breaking something. This is when I wake up pretending to be all scared and disturbed to give them at least some satisfaction and they make a getaway out the window. The truth is they’re all a bunch of assholes, but I feel bad for them because they have no one else to scare as they are very bad at it. At 1:30 I leave my apartment to find lunch, and notice that Pietro is following me. I’m surprised at this because it is broad daylight and he’s not the type of ghost who can pull off a good “frightening” by himself, much less in the middle of the day. I’m hungry, but I’ll humor him. I turn around and say “oh my god what is that, that’s scary oh my god.” Pietro stands there, if you could call it standing, a shadow on the side of a thick tree. He grows a shadow head, sits down, and puts it in his shadow hands. I ask him what’s wrong and he tells me “you don’t have to be patronizing, you know.” I tell him I’m just trying to help and he lets out a shadow grunt like “well you’re not”. I tell him I’m sorry, but the blown off head thing is getting old and why doesn’t he try scaring other people, like maybe the elderly? He says they’re too easy, and that half the time they scare themselves anyway. He compares it to completing a video game on the very easy setting and feeling empty afterwards. I ask him, “you can play video games?” and he says yeah. I tell him I have an idea. At 2:30 I get back to the apartment. One of my roommates is taking a nap, so I help Pietro stretch into a horrifying image against the wall and scream bloody murder. He gets really freaked out and says, “what the fuck!” Pietro says that was great. I agree. We play a game on very easy and Pietro shoots a guy so that his head gets blown off and he is crawling around and we have a good laugh about it. I give the wall a high five.