The Watcher

Entry #1

My name is Andrew Peterson, and this is my journal. Usually I wouldn't do things like these but I had a very good reason. Recently me and my mom moved into a new house in Toronto, and so far there has been far from normal thing happening. Usually when you move, you get unpacked, explore the house, then settle in, yet that's not what been happening at all. So here is what's been happening.

I told my mom I would go inside and pick my a room and start moving in. So like I said I checked out the living room, the kitchen, the basement, the I head upstairs. There were 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms. So I checked out the bedrooms, then the bathrooms, and that's when the weird shit started happening.

I went to the last bathroom, the one in the room I was going to take it was strange. It had no windows and was closest to the attic door and farthest away from the front door. I went to reach for the lights switch, it gave me a shock. I never thought anything of it I just carried on. Then the light went out temporarily, but when it turned back on the was something standing behind me. I thought I was just hallucinations but I was still scared to a ran downstairs.

My mom asked me if everything was okay I said yeah. I didn't want my mom to put me back on the crazy pills. I told her I picked my room and that I was going the help her move everything else in and if she could help me with mine. She said yeah and we started moving in.  We unpacked the living room, then the kitchen, her room and mine. She asked me why I seemed freaked out earlier. I said it was nothing and she told me it didn't seem like something.

I told her to drop the topic because I didn't want to talk about it. I then stormed off to my bedroom and crashed on my bed. I then remember the notebook my ex girlfriend gave to me when we were together. It was around when I was on the crazy pills, she felt it would be good if I documented what I was feeling and what was going on. A 'journal of progress' she told me. I believed her too until I over heard her talking with her friends saying if I commit suicide then at least if it didn't write a note they would know why.

I never planned on using it after that. I felt like I was alone in a dark room that had no door. There was no escape. There was no escape from the hallucinations, in a way they never stopped I just acted like they did and vowed never to tell anyone or anything. So it was about 3:00 am and I woke up, it was raining out and I thought so. Then I saw what looked like claws lightly scrapping across my window, the little feel of safety I had was gone.