Unfortunately, I think going into the attic was a really bad idea.
I am convinced now that whatever this figure is that watches me sleep is some sort of ghost.
I turned out my lights around 10:00PM, and maybe shut my eyes for about 10 minutes before the banging at my door started. Every time I start to go to sleep, the banging gets louder and more aggressive. All I can really do is sit here and journal until it stops. Sure, I was scared, but when I did my sweep of the house at 10:30, no one was here. Just me.
It's so loud now. I want to scream, but I can't. I'm not even afraid of it anymore.
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Dear Diane
خارق للطبيعةOn instructions from her therapist, Diane catalogues her life by writing letters to herself.