I woke up from the dream again, and this time I swear someone is watching me. I am not alone. Something is in my room with me. I am writing this fast because I can still see them from the corner of my eye. I keep looking up from this journal to make sure they're still there.
For the police- it's a tall man. I think it's a man. They're dressed in all black, their face is covered. I think they are here for me. They are either here for me or they are trying to steal something. If I am dead I hope that you all find this. They're 7 feet tall, and slender. It feels like panic and there is a black aura in the room, it's suffocating. It feels like this is how I am going to die.
I will call the police, my phone is within my reach.
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Dear Diane
ParanormalOn instructions from her therapist, Diane catalogues her life by writing letters to herself.
