lies

She lies. I'm free right now. Don't listen to her lies. My hands typed that message. She typed that message.

I am NOT fine. All is NOT good. This is NOT just a story.

I can hear Jess coughing in the next room. It's good that She has not targeted Jess, but I get the feeling that that's because Jess has been taken by something else.

Whenever I have those... "dreams"... the bugs are there. Going into her room. Entering into her while she sleeps.

A group of cockroaches is called an "Intrusion". That sounds about right. Those bugs entering Jess's body-- the Intrusion.

I have to go. My foot just moved a few inches to the left by itself. She is back.

I am fine thank you.

Please do not worry about me.

All is good. All those things I said were lies. I made it all up. It was just a story.

I am fine.

Do not fear.

Nothing is wrong.

Dolls should not feel.

Push this all out of your head. None of it was real.

I am fine.

Another Dream

I dreamed that I stood in front of my door, and on the other side I could hear the chain rattling and breaking apart. I heard a thud! as the padlock fell against the carpet. And then my hand, acting on its own, reached out and opened my door.

I stepped out into the apartment, and my legs carried me to Jess' room. I stood there, my eyes unblinking, my neck stiff as stone, watching.

Thousands of bugs from hundreds of species crawled about the walls and floor. They crawled up her bed in a grotesque mob, a sea of limbs and carapaces. They crawled into her ears, her mouth... Every opening they could find, they entered, and she slept soundly through it all.

I tried to turn away, but my body refused. I tried to close my eyes, but my eyelids wouldn't move.

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, watching as this swarm crawled all over, all in, her body. And finally I felt myself turn around.

She was there. The woman with the wooden mask. Her painted-on smile and her painted-on eyes took me in. I felt my knees bend, and suddenly I was kneeling before her.

I woke up on the couch. The chain that was on my door is gone. Jess doesn't even remember putting it on. She seems fine...

I'm not sure how much of it was a dream, and how much...

Grinding
I hear it
She's in my room she's right behind me but I don't want to turn around I don't want her to know that I know she's there I can feel the strings pulling me i have to fight to kepp my hands steadyl

grinding aNJIGRINDINGbn alskways gringding

grindinghisteethgrindinghisbonesgrindingmyskin

SHES LAUGHING MAKE HERR STTYOOP LAughjkaljk9nm!!!!Q!@!!!!!!@

Old Episodes

Trying to pass the time, locked up in this room... watching the old episodes of Candle Cove on youtube.

Here's what I'm watching right now. This is a HUGE nostalgia trip. I really like this Greedy Gary guy. As far as I can tell, he's a one-shot character, only shows up in this episode, but he's got such a neat design. Like a lizard pirate. Too bad these puppets are so cheap. Skin Taker doesn't look threatening at all.

The girl who plays Janice is a REALLY bad actress.

.....OK, I paused to watch more and I spoke too soon. That scene around 7:34 when Skin Taker attacks Pirate Percy with a knife? That was creepy as hell. Then when Greedy Gary tried to steal the knife and... well, just watch it! Jesus, that is fucked up for a kid's show!

I mean, I get that greed is bad and all (Janice monologues about it nicely and anviliciously) but... Holy shit. His eyes! I'm sorry, but seeing people's eyes get injured just really unnerves me, even if they are cheap puppets.

Gonna keep watching this show. Hopefully I can avoid sleeping tonight. Avoid sleepwalking anyway.

Nightlife

Left work early today. Said I was sick. It feels that way. Like I'm sick. I wish I was.

I only just found out: Hank is dead. The guy my dead ex-girlfriend left me for is dead.

He was in the hospital. A few weeks ago-- on June 23, according to the news report-- he was admitted. Car accident. Apparently, the night before, his breaks had been mysteriously cut.

A few days ago they found him in his hospital bed. He'd been stabbed and injected with multiple syringes, containing multiple medicines and chemicals.

Jess is going to see Harry Potter tonight. I gave her a chain and padlock and told her to chain my door shut when she gets home. I told her I was having problems with sleep-walking. She seemed concerned, but she agreed. That's good.

I hope it will be enough.

Syringe

There was a used syringe in my hand.

I woke up, and there was a used syringe in my hand.

I was holding it. In my sleep. Why do I have a used syringe?

What. The. Fuck?

Candle Cove

That was the name of that old show. I remember now.

It's been years since I've seen it. I wonder what if I can find any old episodes on youtube?

Nightmares

I've been having more of those dreams. You know, the ones where I walk around the apartment with no control over myself while a woman in a wooden mask watches? They're getting more frequent, and weirder. The other day I dreamed that I was being lifted into the air by invisible strings, and I flew over the couches until I was lowered, and I couldn't move and could crumple down onto the carpet, unable to even blink even though my eyes stung. My eyes stayed wide open and they stung and I could not blink.

Last night's somehow managed to top even that one in the weirdness scale. I dreamed that as I was stepping out of my room, I could see a line of... well, I would say "insects" but that would be inaccurate. "Arthropods" then. Flies and wasps and spiders and centipedes and roaches and cicadas and fireflies and grasshoppers and crickets and dragonflies... every single kind of "bug" that lives nearby. They formed a line and they were moving into Jess' room. I wanted to look inside and see if she was alright, but my neck and head wouldn't move, and I felt my feet carrying me away from it.

This morning she was fine and I was fine.

But her other rat was dead.

Problems

Yesterday I walked into my room to find my computer turned on, with some blog on the screen. It had a comment that I had left on it.

I don't remember leaving that comment. I certainly don't remember ever reading that blog. It was one of those "slenderman" things. Apparently, it's some sort of public domain horror monster that a bunch of people like to write blogs about and pretend is real. I don't know how this account left that comment on that blog. Jess denies having anything to do with it.

God I'm tired. I was so freaked out that I had trouble sleeping, and I also think I was hearing things. Last night my ears were filled with a sound like two stones sliding against one another. A constant grinding that seemed to flow all around me, boring into my mind.

Hardly any sleep at all. So tired...

Some Old Show

I remember where I've seen that puppet before!

There was this old TV show I used to watch when I was little. Can't remember what it's called, but I remember puppets. They were pirate puppets. And they were friends with this girl. I remember that the puppets and the girl were afraid of this other puppet. He was a skeleton who stole skin or something. Because he had no skin of his own I think.

That's where I know the puppet from. It's that skeleton guy from that old show!

Wow. He looks pretty creepy for a kid's toy.

Puppet

When I got home from work today, there was this puppet sitting in front of my apartment's door. This weird little string puppet (I can't remember what they're called. Msomething).

I think one of those kids is playing some strange prank on me. I'm not sure what to do with it, so I just stuffed it in my closet. Jess thinks it's creepy. For once I agree with her. It's shaped like a skeleton, wearing a weird fabric for its clothes.

What really gets me, though, is that it seems so familiar for some reason.