1993/04/15
She tends to visit a lot, leaving little gifts for me.
She never says anything though.
She must be shy.
1993/06/03
She seems different.
I can hear her laughing in the hall, and even caught a glimpse of her.
She still gives me gifts.
Is she more comfortable around me?
1993/06/10
I can hear her whispering.
I see her at the foot of my bed every night.
Her gifts, not as sweet as they once were.
1993/06/13
I believe she's started painting, as I often see red paint on the walls and floors.
1993/06/15
I'm beginning to notice random cuts and bruises on my body, I must have hurt myself somewhere. How clumsy could I possibly be?
1993/06/16
I can't see her, but I can hear her.
But something's different.
I can no longer hear her laughter, or her whispers, all I hear is heavy breathing, and something else. I can't put my finger on it.
1993/06/17
The people in the town seem to be disappearing.
I wonder if she knows anything about it.
1993/06/17
He keeps writing about me. I find it amusing. It's a shame he won't be able to write anymore.
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HorrorI don't post regularly, this was just cuz I wanted people to see the stupid shit I write and what better way to share it than the app/website (whichever you use) most small writers would probably start off with
