"Lost and Found"

Sometimes you don't realize something has happened until it is too late. You are only reminded of your mistake when a calamity takes place, destroying everything in its path. You find yourself flooded with guilt as you become aware that you have accidentally awakened a nightmare that continues without end.

Sitting before my monitor, my cursor blinks away. It is seemingly mocking me and my built up writer's block. It is often difficult to come up with an idea, even if you had plenty of time and new experiences to develop something magical and out of the ordinary.
Often times in sitting and writing, I often stare in amazement as my fingers type away rhythmically at the keyboard, continuing in such a constant motion that it almost feels satisfying. It's something that makes me feel at ease when writing unspeakable horrors that cross my mind. 
I find myself sitting and thinking about the woman I've been in love with but cower in fear as I stand before her, speechless. My mind going completely blank as I stare in admiration of her. But what words must I speak to grab her attention? When the feeling of love flows freely through me, everything I say is anything but the perfect words. I find myself buried deep in regret as I let her walk away once more.
Another thought crosses my mind, one that is difficult to wrap my mind around. The man across the street walks his dog every morning just in front of my house before turning around when his dog poops in my yard. It's shocking, as the neighbor is the pastor of a church. The man is legitimately certified a good guy. Does God simply will the dog too unload before the journey of the walk starts every morning? Attempts to confront only end in the laughable idea of controlling a dog's body to poop somewhere else.
The ridiculous idea crossing my mind are once that are unfortunately my curses. They are, sadly, what I have to be faced with on a daily basis, as I cannot afford to be anywhere but work and home. Sometimes, but few and far between, I can go to grab some groceries, but mostly I rarely leave my home but for work. I don't exactly lead an exciting life.
As I found myself lost in thought, I had a breakthrough with my story. I allowed my mind to hit something you might otherwise call a heart-string. I strummed it and followed the rhythm all the way through to the end of the story.
I was ready to close my laptop when I felt hot breath on my neck that made my heart jump into my throat and rebound into my stomach. I was frozen in fear, as I lived alone.
Slowly, I turned around and my heart stopped. The thing standing before me was a man, but at the same time not a man. His face was shrouded in darkness. He tried to speak but the only sounds that came out were ominous whispers like something out of a horror movie.
The man moved his face closer to the light to reveal his face was my own.