Saturday, September 2
Cole thinks it'll help me get things out of my head. I told him I don't have anything in my head worth getting out. He didn't laugh. Mom asked who I was talking to from the kitchen. I wasn't talking to anyone..
Nothing happened. That's the whole entry. I want at least one boring one on record.
Thursday, September 14
My desk chair was turned around this morning. Facing the door. I always leave it facing the desk — muscle memory. It was turned the other way and I stood in the doorway for a while before I sat in it.
Probably me. I've been tired. Doubles all week.
Saturday, September 23
Woke up at 3am — not because of a noise, that's the thing, there wasn't a noise, I just woke up already looking at the corner of the room. Nothing there. I got up and turned the lamp on and stood in my own room like an idiot for ten minutes.
Going to start locking my door. Not because I think someone's getting in. I don't know why. Just going to start.
Friday, October 6
Someone said my name last night. Clear as anything — Silas, flat, like reading it off a form. Door was locked. Window was locked. I checked both twice.
It sounded like me. That's what I keep circling back to and I hate writing it down: it sounded like someone doing my voice.
Thursday, October 19
I flipped back to check what I wrote on the 6th and there's a paragraph under it that isn't mine. Different pressure on the pen. It just says:
i am not doing anything to you yet
I've had this notebook in my bag or under my mattress the entire time. Nobody else touches it. I'm not sleeping at the apartment tonight.
Wed. Nov 1 (i think)
lost two days. no entry, no memory, for the 30th or the 31st — but i went to work both days according to my time card, my own signature, and none of it is in my head.
my hands smell like the crawlspace under the Fenn place. i have never been under the Fenn place.
i think it's not watching me anymore
good
nov 9
it isn't following me. i had that backwards the whole time. it is ██████████████ and it has been since the chair, since before the chair, it just needed me to stop noticing my own house.
you were very easy to replace
marla if you're reading this it isn't
SAID MY NAME RIGHT THIS TIME
it isn't a warning anymore. it's a note left for whoever's next.
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