Diary of a Madman

Entry 11

I just got back from that psychiatrist and saw the little entry. I don't know what it means but I tried calling James for a ride home. He didn't answer. So I had to walk home, which was just peachy. He had the nerve to ambush me and once I agree he just ditches me!? Geez, I thought he understood! 

Anyway I bumped into my landlord so I decided, since I had his attention, I would ask him about the scratching and banging sound at my door from a few nights ago. He looked confused and informed me there was no such sounds. He asked if I had heard an animal, and made a point to remind me that no animals are prohibited in the building. Like I needed the reminder, I barely have enough money to keep myself afloat, much less an animal. When I looked at him doubtfully he had this spark in his eye, like he was hiding something. The conversation went a little like this.

"Did you hear an animal? You would tell me if you knew an animal was present at this building right? As you know there is a no animal policy in this building."

"No I don't think it was an animal. A cat or dog could not make those sounds. My door sounded like it would break at any moment, and I don't think I have to inform you on how solid the doors are in this place." It was after I said this that I noticed my landlord knew something. "You know something, don't you?"

"I know nothing, don't go accusing me of things that aren't my business." My landlord began walking away quickly.

"What about this notebook!? Why was it left in my apartment?" I held up the diary. 

(Before I continue I should have mentioned that this diary wasn't actually mine to begin with. A little while after I moved into the apartment my teacher had assigned this assignment. I didn't have anything to write in and I didn't really want to do it on the computer. So, convinced that if I looked hard enough I would find a notebook, I basically tore apart my room before I had the idea to look behind a dresser that was left behind by the previous house owners. That's when I found this Diary.) Anyway here is the rest of the conversation.

"Where did you get that?" My landlord asked me in a slow hushed voice.

"Behind the dresser. Is this the reason behind everything?" I looked at the diary then back at him.

"Don't do it." My landlords command confused me.

"Don't do what?" He looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Don't write in it. Bad things happen." He looked at me with rage. I don't understand how he could go from startled, to frightened, to pissed in a matter of a few exchanged words.

"I already have. What keeps writing back?" The landlords eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You really fucked this one up, haven't you David?" I was taken aback at his word choice. I considered changing it or just bleeping it out as I wrote, but whats the point really?

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone is oblivious to the changes. New people are written out of no where to take the place of those who have found out. Or they never existed." My landlord began to mumble under his breath.

"Umm, sir? What are you talking about?" The landlord shot his head up and looked to his right, then his left, and back again.

"Can't talk here. I will talk to you tonight in your room if I haven't disappeared by then." before I could ask anymore he just left.

I am so confused about all of this. What was he talking about? I need to talk to someone, I can't just write about it, I need a reassuring voice. So I called James. Even though I'm mad at him, he is still my best friend.

One ring.

Two rings.

"Hello, this is Alex, sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but if it's important you can leave a voice mail after the beep. -BEEP-"

Who the hell is Alex? I looked at the caller ID. On my phone it said it was James. What the heck is going on? How did Alex know the same exact thing James has for a voice mail? I need to talk to Dr.Johnson.

Time/Day: 3:04 Saturday

Word count: 704

Damn it. Just DAMN IT! I can't believe this is happening. I went to the same building, I swear I did. But when I asked about Dr.Johnson everyone gave me weird looks. They said Mrs.Johnson hadn't been a physiologist since 1999. When she was 22. they didn't tell me her age, I just did the math. Dr. Johnson told me that her age is 40. And its 2017.

I must have seemed insane when I told them they were wrong because they said they could make room for me to have an appointment. That's when I pulled out this fucking diary and showed her the little sentence that Dr.Johnson wrote and the reply.

"See? That is not my hand writing, its Dr.Johnson's." I had argued.

"I'm sorry sir, but Dr.Johnson hasn't been here since 1999."

"Yes I'm aware, you have already told me that but I'm telling you she was here yesterday!"

"I'm sorry sir, she?" I looked at the woman completely dumbfounded.

"W-what?"

"Sir, Dr.Jackson is a male."

I don't really know what happened next, all I can gather is I kinda walked out of there in a blind haze, got into my car, and started writing. I'm still at the building. Maybe I should leave, It will be dark soon and I want to see what my landlord has to say. I really hope this is all an elaborate hoax. I honestly won't be mad, I would be relived.

Time/Day: Saturday 8:53

Word count: 988

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