I thought it would work. Maybe it did for a few days or weeks, I cannot determine how long. But it no longer does. For some time he stopped tapping. The crows watched, waiting to see what he would do.
I tried Andreas's advice. The effects have been bitter, I can almost hear them laughing at me. Their cawing, His tapping, it has only grown louder. The mask did nothing, the disease has set in too much. Even a blind man knows his room. He knew me too well. They watched.
I do not know what I did. The crows may have seen me without the mask. But He grew dissatisfied. The tapping became a stabbing, a carving. It invaded my nightmares. He did not enter my room, but instead left his weapons behind. Glass shards pierced through my door, no longer a five but now an abstract nothing. Only the glass was not glass. It was a shard from the mirror in my bathroom. I have made Him angry, made myself believe I could trick Him. And it is only a matter of time now.