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( Excerpts from a diary - Day 1, Day 13, Day 16, Day 21, Day 22, Day 25)   

Dear diary, hooray. This is my first day staying at a not-so-brand-new apartment. Bought it at a rock-bottom price from a guy that calls himself Bors. Guy seems nice enough. Got a new job at the hospital too. Doesn't sound appealing working as an ER, but what the heck - at least I have a decent job. Things seem to be working out fine since I left home...

Dear diary, I awoke in cold sweat in the middle of the night again. This has to stop. I couldn't get any sleep since I moved alone into my new home, this apartment. I look like a panda without my goddamn sleep. It's only been two weeks but I still can't get use to it. Maybe its my new job or this whole new experience in this city. I'll have to find a way. I will. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T. YOU WON'T.

Dear diary, my things move and new stuff keeps APPEARING. I may sound crazy BUT I SWEAR that I left my phone BESIDE ME before I went to sleep yesterday night. It was in the BATHROOM the next morning. This place is starting to scare the shit out of me. Just two nights ago, a pink bunny doll came out of nowhere and it was in my closet. It was in a bad condition. Stuffing pours out from it and its right eye is gone. I don't remember having it. Not that kids come to my place often. I took it out with the trash and threw it away. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK.

Dear diary, I can't take this anymore. My phone, its gone. The pink bunny doll that I threw? It's back. In my closet. With blood smeared on it. Even the furniture shifts. The couches were opposite of each other the first day I came. It's BESIDE together now. And the other night, that lamp beside the armchair was TURNED ON. I swear to god I did not touch that friggin' lamp once when I moved in. This apartment... it breathes. It's slowly taking me away from me. I'm leaving. I am sick of this shit. I AM LEAVING. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

Dear diary, I can't... I can't get out. I'm trapped. The door... windows... it's shut tight. My house phone isn't working. The apartment. It's isolating me from the outside world. I spent an hour crying for help. But no one can hear me. No one can... NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE. NO ONE.

Dear diary, it has been three days since I last ate. All the food is gone. The apartment is trying to starve me and eventually I'll die. I can feel that my energy is slowly fading. I can barely write. If anyone... anyone at all... reads this, don't... don't stay here. Don't...... ( indecipherable writing ) STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY. STAY.

I WIN.