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Day 17…
Day before yesterday…or was it the day before that?
I caught one of them.
His head caved in like a basketball with the air let out.
The bastard kept changing his face on me…
At one point he even looked like my best friend Dave
I finally went outside.
I had to bury him quick in case anymore of them were watching.
I feel a little more at ease now.
I’m plugging my phone up and getting some sleep…

I woke up this morning after sleeping for God knows how long. I felt fairly relaxed but my head still feels like someone is standing on it. I checked my phone, I had a mountain of notifications to dig through. I had several from Dave. The first one was from 2 1/2 weeks ago…The day it all began. It said “hey, came by your house but you were already gone. I ate some cereal and I may have left some dishes out. Sorry bro”.

Oh shit, what have I done…or is this just one of their tricks? I kept reading and the last one said “dude are you ok? You haven’t been returning messages. I’m coming by to check on you.” That was from two days ago…


17 Days: Part 4

Posted: June 18, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Day E…Fuck I have no idea
Constant noises.
I’ve been hearing them moving through the house.
Somehow they got in.
No worry, I’m safe in here.
Ran out of food.
Starting to take its toll.
I wonder if this was their plan all along.
I’m not crazy
I know they’re out there.
I doubt I still have a job
Still no sleep
Started to doze off yesterday…or was it the day before?
I taped my eyelids up today to keep that from happening again.
It hurts like hell, but now they can’t catch me off guard.
Fuck I’ve got to charge my phone in case I need help…

17 Days: Part 3

Posted: June 13, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Day 9 or is it day 10?…

Still no sleep. I boarded all of the windows and barricaded the doors, but I still don’t feel safe. I heard noises outside…I heard what they were saying. They’re plotting against me, I know it. The people I’ve always assumed were normal, quiet neighbors are plotting to kill me.

I’ve developed a system for eating and using the bathroom so I don’t have to leave my bedroom anymore. I’ve blocked the door in here too. I found a few things in the house besides my baseball bat to use as a means of protection.  I would like to see them try to get me now.

That goddamn spoon. It’s wrecked my whole life. I haven’t been to work since I found it. What the Fuck is that smell? I be they’re probably trying to get me to come out by piping in this smell. I should really call work. Fuck,  my phone is still dead…

17 Days: Part 2

Posted: June 8, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Day 6

It’s been almost a week now since I found it. It might as well have been a bloody knife laying on the counter. Whoever left it there will be back, I just know it. I’m going to catch them when they do.

I’ve been patrolling the house almost constantly since it happened. I wonder if they’ve tampered with my food? I’ve been leaving all of the doors inside the house open so they can’t hide from me if they come back

I really need to sleep. I’m starting to get delirious but, I just can’t risk leaving the house. I’m starting to notice noises more and more, but I can’t tell if they’re real or not. Shit, my phone is still dead. I really need to charge it…

17 Days: Part 1

Posted: June 5, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Day 3

The day before yesterday I came home from work and there was a spoon on the counter. The counter was clean when I left for work. The questions started immediately. How did it get there? Had someone been in my house? Did they take anything? We’re they still there?

Immediately I began a full search of my house which returned nothing other than the spoon. I didn’t sleep that night, I was too nervous. I sat on bed clutching my baseball bat with the lights off all night. I called in to work yesterday and gave some generic excuse, “I’m not feeling well” I said to my boss, “I may be out for a couple of days”.

I didn’t sleep again last night. I feel like hell, but I’m too paranoid to sleep. So many questions, what if they come back? What if there is more than one? I just can’t risk it. I suppose I’ll just sit and wait. I think i had some texts to check…Fuck, my phone is dead. I really need to sleep soon, things are getting weird…