I panicked and tried to lock the door but the lock was too small to get the bolt all the way in. I panicked and went into one of the three classrooms and I was by the teacher's desk looking around.I ran outside, came home, and turned on the television. Nothing on, and then this video came on and it was David playing some classical music which he loved and would do on camera. He was doing it. It was eerie.It was as if the music in the video was being broadcast to me. I saw the web page when I got home and, I believe, realized that my brother was going to die. I made a note of the time and I wrote it down. I wanted a way to remember this so I could say, "Hey, did you know David was going to die?" at a later time, when I could talk to somebody.I ended up forgetting about the note and when I woke up, in the morning, he was still there. I went to the computer and made another note, and I woke up at the same time the next morning, and he was still there. This has continued every day. The first three days, he was there, smiling and playing. The last four days, he has been playing some kind of music which is very hard to figure out. But it is obvious that he is playing very loud. He is also muttering things about praying for him.This morning, he started to make noises with his mouth, like somebody scratching a phone keypad very fast.I'm not saying my brother is imaginary, but I've been wondering, "Who or what is doing this?"If you're going to visit me, you might want to come very late at night, because I'm at work in the daytime and then go to sleep and repeat. I got a call on the 7th day, I picked up and it was from work. I started to realise I smelled awful and hadnt showered for a while. I hung up when my boss was still talking and went downstairs, David still playing his music and looking at me with a strange grimace, his eyes following me across the room. I went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of "golden mead". I drank the whole bottle in less than 2 minutes and went back upstairs to go on my computer. I loaded up "peoples playground" but through a strange video game launcher but I didnt want to play it. I kept hearing screaming but I couldnt build up the strength to open my curtains, it was sundown through the curtains and when I tried to look at the time on my computer the feature was missing, I looked up at the clocks in my room and the hands of the clock had stopped, on both of them at the same time. The sounds of stomping boxes and plastic bags could be heard in my garage. I looked for my phone and found it but it was out of charge, I quickly ran around my house looking for the charger but I couldnt find it, I searched for 3 hours. I didnt feel drunk but I when I moved my head it felt like it was draggin. My thoughts made no sense and I couldnt communicate them with meaning, I felt insane. I heard the doorbell and after sitting for maybe 7 hours I stood up and went downstairs. I looked at the TV and David was missing, but his chair and the stair he was on was still there, no noise was heard on the TV. I opened the door after stumbling towards it for maybe 5 minutes, it was my sister. "I have been BANGING on this door for HOURS!, what is wrong with you?!" she said, now very angry. I tried to speak but my words made no sense. Her expression changed to a more concerned look and she came in the house locking the door behind her. The primal fear I had been feeling began to subside and I tried to speak to her about what had happened but she couldnt understand me. I felt really uncomfortable. I knew what I was trying to say in my mind but when I tried to speak it into words it made no sense, it was gibberish. She told me that I missed her birthday (june 13) and that I hadnt spoke to anyone in a long time. I tried to say a few words and she realised I couldnt in the slightest. She went over and turned off the TV with David still missing, I think back now wondering why I didnt do this. For what felt like hours she was in my kitchen. Suddenly she came out with 2 bowls of some soup like substance, it was brown and smelled awful. I had been trying to talk to her but I still couldnt. She started acting like nothing was wrong and that I was now fine. She handed me some A4 paper and I dipped it in my soup and ate it, she laughed slightly. I remember drinking maybe 4 glasses of water. After eating the soup I for the first time realised the mess my house was in and she sat down on my sofa. For the next few hours I started talking gibberish and didnt stop, by morning she went to the front door and began to leave, I tried to plead with her to stay and help me but she couldnt understand what I was saying and so she left the house saying "bye for now, thanks for the present." the door closed and I tried my hardest to open it but she had locked it. I looked out the window and there was nothing there, I mean it was almost as if the universe had disapeared (was she even ever here?). I went and cried in my room for another few hours. My jaw was in so much pain from talking nonstop to her and my voice had been lost. I started to gain that primordal fear again and kept looking back and forwards to see if something would get me. I heard a car speed off outside. The morning sun was coming through my blinds. I looked at my phone and began praying to god to end the nightmare I was in. After praying for ten minutes I open my eyes and the sun was now fully out in the sky. I got out of bed and picked up my guitar, I played a tune and then smashed it against my desk until it was broken. I started crying because that was the guitar my mother had gifted me for my 15th birthday. I went down stairs and with extreme guilt started cutting my wrists with a butter knife. When the skin was cut open instead of blood the soup my sister made for me came out instead. I didnt care about the guitar anymore and I went upstairs to go in the shower. Upon turning it on 2 large snakes came out of the faucet and started hissing I ran out the bath room now naked into the living room. I tried to turn on the tv but there was a glass sliding door blocking my way to it. I got angry and smashed it with my fist badly cutting my hand (blood came out this time). I turned it on but no channel was on, not even David's. I hadnt slept for what felt like weeks but I want tired in the slightest. I wanted it to end badly and I crawled into a ball in front of the TV crying and shaking like a mental patient. As time went on doing so I went into some kind of meditation state, were I could see myself in third person. I saw a tunnel with light at the end and I went towards but it wasnt me it was like my soul doing so. After reaching it I woke up in the woods with the sound of birds and a river of some kind. I felt at peace and thought I was in heaven. I was happy sitting there for a while.