My Online Journal

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October 1st, 2001: Hello journal, I just got you today and I hope to record my life's funny occurrences. Write back soon.

October 2nd, 2001: Well, today, my friend Randy was trying to get me to drink his urine, trying to convince me it was lemonade. I think he was drunk because he isn't usually that stupid. Well, I'll write tomorrow.

October 3rd, 2001: It's getting colder, but I don't mind. I just cover up wherever I am. My friend Randy stopped by today, he gave me some real lemonade this time (he made it himself) because he felt bad about trying to get me to drink his pee.

October 4th, 2001: I saw something out of the corner of my eye today, couldn't make out the details, but I'm sure it was Randy, cause he's here a lot.

October 5th, 2001: I saw something again in the corner of my eye. Randy isn't here, no one else is home and I don't have any pets. Strange things. Maybe I'm going insane. Hehe.

October 6th, 2001: I saw it again. I could make out the black shape of it. It wasn't really a shape, more of a mass, like a floating cloud of gas the size of a soccer ball. I really need to go outside for air. I'll write back in a few days.

October 9th, 2001: Holy crap I am really freaked out, Randy came by yesterday and told me he's been seeing a weird ball like mass floating in the corner of his eye. I need some help. Something is going on here.

October 10th, 2001: Well, I've decided to have Randy over at my house for a few days for company, though he seems a bit shaken up. I really hope whatever is going on here will stop.

October 11th, 2001: I am sitting in my room with Randy at about 10:00 pm. We are both shaken to our cores and have our bats ready. We have energy drinks to last us the night. Whatever is here isn't gonna hurt us without getting hurt itself.

October 12th, 2001: I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room. Randy is scared to death as am I. I started to whimper softly and the footsteps stop. They start again and this time they're getting closer and are accompanied by a whisper. Can't tell what it's saying.

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October 14th, 2001: I have no clue what happened there in my journal. Obviously someone or something got ahold of my journal. I haven't heard any footsteps or seen anything in the corner of my eyes. Get back here soon.

October 16th, 2001: Well, things seem to be clearing up because I haven't seen an (unreadable text due to scribbles)

October 17th, 2001: I will write some other time, I hear knocking at my front door, I look through the peephole and nothing is there. I will write soon when tension is up. I have a knife and a trashcan lid for protection. The knocking is getting louder. I see something, it is all black with blood red eye holes, almost like an empty skull. Here it comes it sees me hell.

News broadcast the next day* October 18th, 2001 newscast:

Citizens of the town have been reporting a rotten stench coming from *location removed*. The police have been dispatched and we are awaiting their arrival. Oh, I've just gotten word the police are at the home, where there appear to be a murder scene from a horror movie. A man's hand is in the garbage, a trash lid nailed onto the man's head and the rest of his body stuffed into a closet. Blood all over the floor with an awful stench. The police also found a note saying, "I see you".

October 18th, 2001 newscast:

There appear to be corpses of three police officers in the same apartment building the dead man was found in. The bodies were mangled and beaten to a bloody pulp. They were cut and slashed and were shoved into holes in the walls. We know this because I went there and saw a note saying,"I see you".