I have only had one other in my life. I was watching a show about ghosts in New Orleans. There was some guy who killed his girlfriend and lived with the body for a few weeks. I started to think about Erik who did the same thing but he lived with her for months! I couldn't breathe and I was crying hysterically. I inched away from the bed because that is where he "hid" the body. I cannot stop thinking about his hands on me. It disgusts me. I wish I could not feel that way and his hands would go away. I know this irrational because he is now in jail for probably life. Hoping this blog will help me feel better or at least get me back to sane. I called my mother and she helped me. My panic subsided for a bit but it is creeping back in. I don't know what to do.
