It’s Always Watching (Cont.)

Journal Entry #2

The knocking on my door continued for well over two hours. It has never gone on for that long.

While it was happening, I turned off the computer and hid under the covers like a coward. I’m still shaking, to be honest. That thing must have turned the hallway light on, because I could see the shadow of its feet, or whatever they are, underneath the door.

Alright, I will try my best to continue. While I was lying in bed, with that vile creature sitting on my chest staring down at me, I couldn’t move. Not a single muscle. I was essentially frozen still; absolutely rigid.


I was about to pass out when the thing, without warning, pushed off my chest and jumped straight up into the air. The pressure was so intense I felt my whole body sink down low into the mattress. I could also feel the indentations and incisions on my skin caused by its sharp claws. My shirt and blankets started to moisten with what I could only assume, at the time, was blood.

As I gasped for air, I lost track of its whereabouts. At first I thought it had retreated into my closet or bathroom. Or maybe it crept out of the bedroom window?

Wrong.

As I regained as little self-control as possible, I focused my eyes upward and saw the monstrosity hanging directly above me. It had somehow attached itself to the ceiling.

After freezing again in fear, the creature landed on the floor beside my bed. Since the room was still relatively dark, I couldn’t make out its every feature. But this I know for sure: those depraved eyes were still fixated on me.

To my dismay, all I could do was watch in horror as that freak scurried away. The way it moved was extremely disconcerting. It started on all fours, like some wild animal, but as it approached my door, it slowed down and seamlessly rose to a bipedal stance. The thing’sย head was close to the ceiling, so I estimate its height to be around eight feet.


After it left the room, I could hear the door creak and start to close. I laid there continuing to watch it for at least a minute or two. Then, all of a sudden, the door slammed shut, echoing a loud boom throughout the house.

Oh God, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can keep going…

That was just the first night. I’ve been forcing myself to stay up since then, but haven’t been entirely successful. Every time I slip up and doze off, it shows up again and the “cycle” repeats.

What the hell does it want? To torture me? Scare me to death?

Well, it’s working.

IT’S WORKING, YOU HEAR!!

I just want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to tell it to leave me alone!

But, I’m afraid that will make it angry. Very, very angry.


Shh. Did you hear that?

Wait, I thought I heard something.

It doesn’t come inside the room when I’m awake. I hope I’m not hearing things. Don’t people start to hallucinate when they’re sleep deprived?

Sorry, I’m rambling again. I just need to stay alert until my parents come home. They’ll make everything right again. I’m stuck in my room until then.

I just need to sttaaaโ€ฆ damn. I just needd ot st staayy awakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Man, that was close. I almost drifted off again.

It’s really hard to concentrate right now. I need to focus.

Come on, you can do this. I’m going to have to write more later.

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