5-3-16
My name is Seth, today I decided to take my therapists advice and start a journal. He says it's a useful tool to get your emotions out as well as track your symptoms. Since I was little I've had problems with memory, heck I barely remember any of my childhood. I hope someday to recover these memories with the help of my therapist.
5-4-16
Today I went to the park and watched the little kids play on the playground. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy who was drawing alone at one of the picnic tables nearby. The boy was pale skinned wearing a dirty gray t-shirt and black pants. He looked to be around the age of eight. I wonder where his mom was.
5-5-16
Today I went for a walk to Subway to get some lunch, I went inside and purchased my sandwich. After I paid for it I decided to go outside to eat it. I sat there for a while when suddenly I felt like I was being watched. I casually looked over my shoulder amd was surprised to see the same little boy from the park once again drawing at the table behind me. Once again I wondered where his mother was.
5-6-16
Today I took the bus to the midway shopping center. I hung out in the area for about an hour until I got hungry. So I went into Little Caesars pizza to pick up a hot and ready pizza for supper. After I got the pizza I got on the bus to ride home, but as soon as I'd gotten on the bus I felt a chill, which was weird as it is around the end of summer. I looked up and once again saw the boy drawing pictures in the back, no other passengers were on the bus. I decided to see if this kid was ok, midway is a dangerous place for a kid his age to be. So I walked toward him, but before I could get to the boy the bus stopped and he left through the door in the middle of the bus. The temp started to feel normal so I rode the rest of the way home, maybe the AC was set too high for a minute. On my way out though I saw a piece of paper on the floor that looked like the kind of paper that the strange boy drew on, I picked it up and put it in my wallet to check out later.
5-7-16
Last night I had the weirdest nightmare, I was in the park from my hometown that I used to play in as a child. I was on the swing, swinging higher and higher until I could see over the hedges separating the park from old Mr. Tompson's house, no one liked Mr. Tompson, he was a registered sex offender and a rumoured pedophile. His house was old, and gray, the shingles were rotting on the roof and the white paint was chipped on the walls. However I had grown in a small town where no one had much money so the condition of the house was unfortumatly a common sight. Everything seemed normal until I heard a scream that seemed to come from the basement of Mr. Tompson's house. I stopped the swing and crept over to the outside door to the basement and was terrified to find dried blood on the door. I foolishly went inside and saw that the basement, like many others was full of shelves of jars. In my hometown canning food was part of life, but as I looked closer I saw that the jars had strange objects in them. What looled like ears, hearts, stomaches, even brains were stored in these many jars. I felt sick and wanted more than anything to escape this basement before I fell victim to what I assumed was Mr. Thompson's evil doing, but as with most of my dreams I couldn't control my body and so I crept on. In the back of the room was a small broken opening in the wall which led down an old hallway, the walls were plastered and the floor was made of a dark red wood, as I followed it I noticed bloody marks on the floor as if someone who was bleeding heavily had tried to escape. I continued down the hall until I reached a solid industrial metal door. It was heavy but I managed to open it and immediately regretted it. For on the opposite wall was a man, Mr Thompson, chained to the wall in a crucifix position his body was crawling with maggots and centipedes of all kinds. The corpse lifted its head and wispered, barley audiable, "You're next!"
5-8-16
Today I decided to schedule an emergency therapy appointment to discuss my nightmare to my therapist. Luckily he had a cancelation so I was able to get a same day appointment. I explained the dream in great detail and when I finished he said "Thats quite the nightmare you had last night." "What should I do about it, what could it mean?" I asked, frantically searching for answers. "I think it is just a nightmare, we all dream and those dreams are a collection of things we've seen whether real or fiction some good, and others bad" he said. "Could it be memories though? " I asked. "The mind is a tricky thing" he answered, "It could be suppressed memories, however if it is, do you really want to remember that dream as reality?" I looked down maybe I've been too desperate trying to remember the past. "I would try to continue about your week as usual until our next session" he told me, "And remember to use your skills when you need them." So I left his office feeling anxious still. I was about to get on the bus when I saw that strange boy again, walking towards my therapists office. Crap I forgot to mention him in my therapy session, oh well. I borded the bus and went home.
5-9-16
Today was normal I went to work for the first time in a long while, it was nice to see my coworkers and feel like I was productive for a change. Keeping busy also kept my mind occupied. After work I went for a long walk and to my surprise I didn't see the strange boy. Things are looking up.
5-10-16
Last night I dreamt that around 2:30 in the morning I heard something just out my window, but I didn't see anything, I was seriously getting freaked out. So I decided to call my emergency therapist, I pulled out my wallet to look for his business card. I then saw a strange piece of paper, at first I had no idea where it had come from but as I started unfolding it I realized that it was the piece or paper that weird boy dropped on the bus. I finished opening it and almost screamed, it was a picure of me in Mr Thompson's basement in the same position as Mr. Tompson was in my dream. Almost too afraid to move, I look towards the door and quickly shut it. I then hid under my blankets and the dream ended there. This morning I woke up afraid and looked towards my nightstand for that piece of paper. I even looked around the floor for it, what a weird dream.
5-11-16
Today I was tired after my most recent nightmare, in it I was in Mr. Thompson's basement again past the tunnel and in the secured room where Mr. Tompson's corpse was rotting on the wall, "He's coming for you" it said, "He has been waiting for you for a while now." "Who's coming for me" cried, "What does he want?!" "It is time for him to collect" it said, as if it hadn't heard me, "Surprising he waited so long, you'll start seeing him soon and heaven help you when he claims what is rightfully his." Before I could ask what it meant, I woke up in a cold sweat.
5-12-16
I think I must be crazy, either that or dream Mr. Tompson was right as I saw a frightening figure, it was a tall man, I couldn"t see his face for he was turned away from me. Something seemed very wrong with him. When I turned back to see him better, he was suddenly gone. I finished my walk and got ready for work. Later on that day coming home from work on the bus, I saw him again, riding the bus, this time a newspaper covered his face. Once again my instincts told me that something was not right so I got off at the next stop and walked the rest of the way home. As I was walking, the strange boy came to me and, for the first time, spoke to me. "I have to warn you, tall man is coming, you have to stop him before it's too late!" Before I could respond he ran away. I was so afraid I almost passed my house, when I got inside I decided to call my parents. I wanted to find out what really happened to Mr. Tompson. My mom answered the phone and I tried to ease into the subject, after some mindless small talk I asked what had happened to Mr. Tompson. To my surprise she seemed upset at the question and oddly enough didn't give me an answer. So I changed the subject and asked if I could visit them for a few days, planning on checking out Mr. Tompson's house. she said next few days would work and that she and dad would love to see me. Now I look forward to the tomorrow when I can get some answers.
5-13-16
I arrived at my parents house late tonight, it was a long drive, but I'm happy to see them. It really has been a long time since I've beem here, usually they come to the cities to my house, or we meet halfway. The whole town has changed it looks like a ghost town, I guess the mining industry laws have just about killed the little town.
5-14-16
Today I went for a walk, it was all good until I noticed the townsfolk whispering to each other and pointing at me, at first I ignored it, until I caught my name in the gossip. As soon as I got home I asked my mom about the unusual behavior of the neighbors. "Its nothing, this is a small town, people talk" as she said. I did remember how people were always gossiping when I lived here, and so, convinced with this answer I calmed down and helped out around the house.
5-15-16
Today I went with dad to the grocery store, on the way I casually asked him about Mr. Tompson. "There's not much to say" he told me, "The poor man disappeared about 20 years ago." "Why does mom get so defensive on the subject?" I asked. "Well its a sticky subject, just before he dissappeared you mother swore she saw him inappropriately touching you and your little friend Andrew. She took him to court, but had little evidence so the courts dismissed her case, she's just trying to protect you." When we arrived at the grocety store, which was by the playground I had dreamt about, I was surprised to see Mr. Tompsons house just as it had been in the dream. As my dad went into the store I told him I wanted to look around tbe playground, for nostalgic reasons but as he disappeared into the store I quickly went into the basement of the old house, everything was covered in dust, but there were tracks in the dust that led to the plaster and wooden hallway behind the false wall. The shelves were full of jars but I was too afraid towipe away the dust to see what was in them. That was enough for me so I fled the old house as quickly as possible and went into the store. The cashier was at the counter so I decided to ask him about Mr. Tompson as his store was so close to Tompson's house. "Don't you remember?" He asked quietly, "Come back tomorrow night and we can talk about it." "Hey Andrew" my dad said from behind, startling me in the process, you remember Andrew, don't you, all through your school years the two of you were inseparable." I lied and said that I did remember him and just didn't recognize him at first. We went home and for the first night I felt confident to go to sleep.
5-16-16
Tonight is the night I will finally get some real answers, I decided to tell my parents that I am going to go out to the grocery store to get a soda, which will be kinda true, I will go to the store, I will buy a soda, I'm just gonna talk for a while.
6-8-17
I cannot explain what I saw that night, I don't care if you beleive me, I know I'm not crazy. I drove to the grocery store where Andrew was waiting, "It has been a long time since we last hung out, how is life in the cities." "Good" I answered, "What did you want to tell me?" I asked. "Straight to the point as always" Andrew had said "Have a seat at the table and I'll explain everything." I later woke up tied to a chair in front what must have been Mr. Tompson's corpse, now only bones in his basement. "Look who woke up" Andrew said. "Where are we?" I demanded, "What do you want?" "I said I would explain what happened. Andrew said, "And now I am. When we were little we used to play a lot at this playground and Mr. Tompson would invite us over, give us soda and play games with us. But after a while we felt awkward afterward and you told your mom what he was doing, but the sheriff wasMr. Tompson's friend so in the end the adults couldn't help us. You and I didn't understand why he was doing, but we knew it was wrong so remember that old book from my grandmas attic, the one that had the blood stain on the cover. We read it together and found how to call the Tall Man." As he was telling me all of this memories started flooding back to me, memories of Mr. Tompson's abuse as well as memories of that old book. "You and I decided to fight back, we summoned him, the Tall Man. He listened to us he told us that he would make a deal with us, for a small price he would make Mr. Tompson pay, so we accepted his help we signed his scroll in blood, and suddenly he disappeared. But we never saw Mr. Tompson again. He never told us the price of his help, so i asked my grandma about it, since we used her book. Man was she pissed but, just before she died she told me that in order to pay the Tall Man one of us had to offer our soul to him when he came back or we both die, I'm sorry Seth, but he's coming and I dont want to die." He approached me with a knife and made a deep cut in my forearm. As I screamed a figure came into view. The Tall Man, he was wearing a suit, but what terrified me was the fact that he had no face, just a skull. "Mak your choice" he said in a quiet whisper that made the hair on the nack of my neck stand on edge. "Who will live and who will die." I looked at my arm, I knew I needed help fast, and suddenly all of the memories of me and andrew came back, i remembered how we were so close, how we use to look out for eachother, how we alwaus had eachothers back. I decided right then that I was probably going to die anyway so I said take me, however at the same time Andrew offered his soul as well. I turned to face Andrew we were both shocked at the others response. Suddenly we heard a scream. "Noooooo" cried the Tall Man as he burst into flame, "You will pay for this!" Andrew and I looked at each other amazed to both be alive.
