02/01/1999 – 10 A.M.
God I’m so tired, yet again. Another day started off again the same way… Half asleep.
I hope this journal helps in the long run, i really do. It’s tedious to keep writing in this thing every day, but my attorny says it will help me win my case against the state some day.
There I go ranting on and babbling away again… It’s been so hard to concentrate lately. All I hear is my own thoughts relentlesly escaping every second of day. Anyways, just checking in, writing down my night and what’s been bugging me.
I heard it again. I swear I did. The scratching in the walls, the flittering and fluttering under the bed. It keeps me awake sometimes. I sometimes think it does it on purpose… God I’m so tired… But I have to get up now… I have to go to the store. That scratching is becoming too much to live with. I need mousetraps.
02/07/1999 – 12 P.M.
I just tried to take a nap in the living room downstairs and was awoken by a sound upstairs. A loud banging, like a soft gunshot. It was quick to sound and quick to silence. I walked up the stairs and into my room and saw a mousetrap in the middle of the room. It had been triggered and drug out from behind my bed. There was no food in the trap, nor was there any mouse… There was no blood. There wasnt even a sound afterwards of something scurrying away… I guess it’s quicker than I thought.
02/10/1999 – 45 A.am
Oh my god. I just realised it’s been a whole week since i last swept. Crap… Can’t erase pen. A week since I slept last.
My eyes are heavy, my head is hurting, I hear a constant ringing and keep seeing things flutter from out of the corner of my eye.
My phone keeps ringing but when i answer no one answers back.
God these meds don’t knock me out anymore. I may need to go to the hospital.
Okay. Yeah. Just sliced my foot open. Went to get out of bed and head to the emergency room when I stepped on a mousetrap and sliced my foot open trying to get out of it. To make matters worse the half rotted food got in the wound… I could have sworn I just threw that back in the closet… I don’t remember putting bait food back in the trap… God help me.
02/11/1999 – 1 P.M.
Just got out of the hospital. Waited in the lobby for 2 hours before getting checked out by a doctor. Waited in the room for 4 more hours before getting released. Waited another hour for the paperwork to reach my hands… Antibiotics… All of this for antibiotics.
I can get those damn things over the counter. Now I’m home, staring at the faces in the imprinted designs on my ceiling.
Still can’t sleep… Ha, it looked at me… Im losing my mind.
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02/14/1999 – 5 P.M.
I found this disturbing entry in my journal today. I guess someone was playing a prank on me while i wasn’t looking.
They’ve been messing with me a lot more.
The scratching has gotten louder and more frequent. The flittering and fluttering has turned into slow slinking over the carpet. As if something heavy is being dragged over it.
I hear them laughing at me when I turn to write in this. They never leave me alone. Their tiny whispering voices always judging away… God give me rest from the wicked…
OH GOD HELP ME!
I’M LOCKED IN MY CLOSET!
IT’S RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR!
I DECODED IT’S MESSAGE FROM THE ONE NIGHT.
CAPITALISED LETTERS IN THE SCRAMBLED WORDS.
GOD HELP IM SCARED.
IT WASN’T RATS! IT WASN’T G******N RATS!
IT WAS CLIMBING THE CEILING, TAPPING THE WALLS, HIDING IN THE DARKNESS OF THE FURTHEST CORNER AT NIGHT. IT’S LONG NECK DECENDING IT’S PALE WHITE EMPTY MARIONETTE LIKE FACE DOWN TO ME AS I RESTED, SUCKING MY LIFE AWAY. FEEDING ITSELF.
GOD HELP ME. PLEASE IF YOU’VE FOUND THIS, DECODE IT. READ IT’S MESSAGE… AND FOR GOD’S SAKE, WATCH THE CEILING AT NIGHT. IT CLIMBS THE WALLS AND WATCHES YOU.
PLEASE JUST STAY AWAKE!!!!
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