This can't be happening! I'm just paranoid. Yeah, Paranoid. Oh god, their knocking again! They have found me! I-I need to get out! No..No... That's what they want! They can't come in if I don't let them! God... Why am I even writing in this Diary? I...
This is the first time I have ever written anything like this. I am a Journalist, well almost a Journalist. I'm in College to become one. On Friday we are going to have spring break. The only reason I'm even writing this is because it's an "Assignment". I find it dumb. I have never really been one to write my feelings, much less talk about them. Oh, yeah, I was supposed to write my name and age first! Damn. I knew I shouldn't have written in pen! Oh well, Guess I might as well start here. So Hello to any unfortunate person that has the worst of luck to lay their eyes upon my terrible entries. So my name is David, David Shmit (usually spelled Schmidt). I know, spelled weird but, I hope you can pronounce it with ease. I'm 20 years old. And if you haven't noticed by my name, I'm male. Most people here have gotten dorm rooms, but it was a bit to... Pricey for me. So I live in an Apartment building not to far from the school. Of course, all of the rooms where to pricey for me, so I thanked the landlord and was about to leave till he stopped me half way.
"I have one more room. It's not to pretty, but it's got a bed, and an air conditioner. By the sounds of it, it could be right in your price range." He had told me. Long story short, I got the room. Even though my room is in the attic my phone has near to no WiFi connection. Though, strangely might I add, my TV and computer have great WiFi connection. So I tend to rely on my computer then my phone to contact anyone. I'm writing this on paper, not because I don't trust the computer, or because the assignment was to do so, just... More reliable? I don't really know myself, I just wanted to write this on something that would not malfunction, or be hacked. I'm at my apartment right now actually. Almost feels like a cell. The door is made of steel and the one small window that I have is barred. The bathroom is about the size of an outhouse, just a little bigger to fit a shower. There is no kitchen, just a fridge... Well, mini fridge. After all this is just a temporary living assortment till i'm done with college, and I start getting the big bucks!
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Oops, Sorry! Got board and I just wanted to doodle. Haha, Guess I'm gonna get knocked points for that huh? I'm just trying to find words to put on this paper. I need a minimum of 1000 words, and sadly I'm only at 470. What other personal information do I give to you blood thirsty teachers? Maybe I will leave this for the time being? My eyes are beginning to droop while i'm writing this. Maybe I will finish this up in the morning? Ya, that sounds good to me. Write to you later!
Entry's end: 10:08, Monday
D.A.V.I.D.
Entry 2:
W-what the hell? Did I write my name at the end of the time? No, I don't remember doing so. That's not even my hand writing! How... No,no I'm getting ahead of myself. I must have written my name like that in my tired haze or something. I'm just paranoid from the scratching. I tried to go to sleep after I put this away, but someone... No, something started scratching on my steel door. I looked out of the peep whole but I didn't see anything. I hate to admit it but, i'm to afraid to open the door. Even though I'm gonna regret this in the future. Maybe I should just suck it up, be man and just... open the door.
Ok, that's weird. As soon as I gave myself a pep talk on not being a wimp and just open the door, the scratching stopped. Like its was waiting for me? Now I just sound crazy. It's just a coincidence, nothing freaky is going on. Nothing. The scratching started again. Maybe it's all in my head? I mean, I'm tired enough to be hallucinating or what ever. Maybe that's it? Yeah, that's it.
OH MY GOD! How can NO ONE hear this!? It is driving me INSANE! The scratching, it grew louder. Making a screeching sound to echo everywhere. I put in my ear buds to shut it out, but soon it grew to the point that even on full blast of Dub-step couldn't drown it out. My ears have begun to hurt as well. It's 11:43 right now.God, Why Is this happening to me? I bet you're getting a kick out of this Teach. Probably think it's a hoax. Why Am I writing this in a Diary? I should be contacting someone! Yet here I am. Still writing. Not even attempting to go to the computer.
"HEY! Knock it out! Just, Leave me alone!" I yelled at who or, what ever that was scratching at my door. It, It made things worst. The scratching stop, and was replaced with banging.Loud, angry banging on my door. Almost as if it was trying to break down my door. What the hell? Is there some low frequency or something, making me hallucinate this? But don't frequencies only effect one to hallucinate visually, and not audibly? I'm just... Paranoid. Yeah. Paranoid.
The Banging stopped. In fact, everything stopped. The slight hum of the air conditioner, the buzz of the mini fridge. Everything is silent. I don't know if I should be relived, or frightened.I'm afraid to say anything, much less move.
It's 12:07 now, and the silence is getting to me. I checked the air conditioner, you know, to see if it was still going. And, as I amused, it was dead. Though, the Light was still on, and it said it was on. Maybe it's malfunctioning? I keep finding my eyes drift to my clock beside my bed. 12:08. 12:09. 12:10.
I just counted how many words I have put on this Entry. 1023 words. Yay? It seems the hum of the Air conditioner came back. I was afraid the scratching would come back with it, but it hasn't. I think it might have all been in my head. Caused by stress, or some other thing. Whatever, I'm just glad its over. So, I am gonna get some shut eye, till my next entry.
