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Journal Entry #1

I’m sitting here and it’s 1:50 AM. I haven’t been able to sleep at all the last couple of nights because I’m absolutely horrified of what will happen as soon as I doze off. I called my folks and told them what’s been going on, but they don’t believe me. Even my friends from school think I’m crazy. Not surprising.

At this point, you’re probably wondering what the hell is going on. Well, it all started a few days ago. I was up late one night watching some television. It was an extremely boring episode of my favorite show, so I started to drift off. I usually just fast forward through the monotonous parts, but I was feeling extremely fatigued and didn’t have the energy to do so. Naturally, I don’t remember much after falling asleep, but I do recall hearing a faint click and then the static-like sound of my older TV shutting down.

Now, it’s odd that I heard these sounds because, for one, I was the only person in the house. No one could have possibly turned off the tube. My parents had gone away on a mini-vacation to their timeshare. Additionally, I’ve never seen or heard my TV shutdown by itself. It just doesn’t happen. I’ve fallen asleep many times with it on and when I’ve woken up, it was still on.


So, after rising from my slumber the next day, I noticed it was off but didn’t give it much thought. I went about my business like always; skating off to school and afterwards hanging out with my pals at the mall for a few hours. The day was uneventful, like most other days, but that night was a totally different story.

After getting home from seeing a movie, I did a little homework… Okay, let’s not BS here. I haven’t done homework since 10th grade. I basically sat down at the computer and surfed the usual sites I go to each evening.

You know, I just realized something. Maybe this is punishment. Maybe I’m being forced to suffer because of my inherent laziness and lack of motivation, responsibility – the list goes on and on. That has to be it.

Please excuse my ramblings. I mean, this may be the last thing I write. The way things have been going, I don’t know what to expect next. This thing is either going to kill me or drive me insane. Before I continue, I’d just like to say that no matter what happens, I’m going to get this story out. I just hope I can articulate it well enough for you to understand. Please know that it’s hard for me to even write about this. I shudder at the very thought of it…


Okay, let’s continue.

Later that night, after browsing the web for a bit, I clicked on the telly and flipped through the channels trying to find something interesting and entertaining to watch. Being alone in the house had never bothered me before, but for some reason, I was a little on edge this time around. I really had no idea why. The TV shutting down by itself the night before seemed insignificant; I mean things like that can be rationally explained. No need to be paranoid. Right?

After landing on something decent, I plopped down in bed and proceeded to get into a comfortable spot. It didn’t take long before my eyelids became heavy; skating around town most of the day really tires you out, no matter how long you’ve been doing it. I quickly succumbed to my weariness and fell asleep.

I remember hearing the same fuzz-like sound shortly after knocking out. Normally, I probably wouldn’t have awoken, but the TV turned on again. It blasted a deafening staticky noise at full volume and the screen flashed erratically, lighting up my room like a malfunctioning strobe light. I quickly reached for the remote with one hand and covered my ear with the other. It was unbearably loud and bright.

I mashed the power button on the remote, but the damn thing wouldn’t turn off. The blaring noise filled my house and echoed off the walls. I jumped out of bed and tried the power switch on the TV itself, but that didn’t work either. Panicking, I reached behind the box and yanked the cord from its outlet. Luckily that worked. At this point, my heart was racing so hard, it was difficult to maintain my poise. I put a hand on my forehead and leaned forward a bit, trying to calm down. After a few moments, I looked around my room. All was quiet and it was pitch dark, but my retinas still burned from the flashes of light.

Now you would think I’d have a hard time falling asleep again after that, but I was still somewhat groggy. I had to wake up early the next day so I climbed into bed, casting off the previous event as some sort of glitch. It was far from that, though.


It’s interesting how in many horror movies there is usually quite a bit of build-up and suspense before the main event. You get so involved in the story, sometimes you forget there’s a scare lurking around the next corner. I wish this applied to my circumstance. It would have at least eased me into the horrors that were to come. You see, there wasn’t a whole lot of “build-up” or sugar coating. This thing hit me like a train after that whole TV incident.

I must have woken up a few hours later. The room was still dark, but my sight was well-adjusted, unlike before. Let me preface what happened next by saying that I’ve had sleep paralysis before and it truly is frightening how, in most cases, you can’t move anything except for your eyes. You are literally frozen in place and at the mercy of whatever malevolent beings prowl in the darkness.

This was not sleep paralysis. I had full control over every limb of my body. The thing is… I couldn’t raise a finger regardless. There was something or someone sitting on my chest, looking down at me. It was a large, yet lanky figure. I could only see its silhouette, but I knew it was staring at me. The absolute dread I felt at that moment is indescribable. I could feel its disgusting hot breath on my face.

This freak sat on my chest motionless for what seemed like an eternity.

Just staring.

And breathing.

It had the composure of an inanimate statue or mannequin; literally no movement at all. I wanted to yell and scream, but fear had left me unable to do either.

As soon as I thought I was going to pass out from sheer terror, the thing suddenly…

Damn. There’s a knock at my door.

This has happened a few times now. I just need to be extremely quiet. I’ll post the rest of my story soon, I promise.

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