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Journal Entry #1

Hey journal, new start huh? I thought since I was off to college, why not keep a journal, right? So, I just got to the college campus yesterday and finished unpacking about thirty minutes ago. I then showered and then I remembered I had you to still fill out. I'm going to go all out with this thing, and I mean all out. I haven't met my roommate yet, but I'm kinda excited. They say he's coming in from another country, but I've also heard no one actually knows where he comes from. The other country thing is just something he uses, at least that's what I'm guessing. They say his names Dea, and I think that's a pretty sick name. Though this is in a journal and it's my journal, people still may not know how to pronounce his name. It's pronounced like day-uh, and think it sounds super sick. I think he's supposed to arrive here on the campus tomorrow. Though not a lot of people know anything about him, and that is pretty shady, but I'm going to be nice to this guy, shady or not. It's pretty late as of right now, and though I don't have school tomorrow, I still think I should get into that routine. So I'm gonna call it a night. Until next time journal,
Andre

Journal Entry #2

Here's number two! Dea came yesterday, pretty sure right as I fell asleep actually. He seems pretty cool, but shady definitely fits his character better. He's been mostly keeping to himself ever since he came, and it's been two weeks already! The school has been going fine lately, so far as well, but Dea is starting to freak me out. I mean, his whole look is enough to give you the creeps. He always wears a hoodie inside our apartment and that hoodie is long and black. Like, black black. It covers basically his entire face, just showing his mouth and chin. He shuffles around the apartment and never makes eye contact with me. He never went near me. But one fateful day, I entered his radius and Dea's image changed forever for me. In an instant, he had pulled out a dagger and was pointing it at me. I stumbled back in confusion, falling over. His green eyes followed me as I got to my feet, his dagger never leaving his hand. Once I had backed up further, he slowly put away his dagger and went back to his work on his laptop. I rarely got that close to him again, and when I did, I got the same reaction from him. Well, I guess there's nothing else to say. Until next time,
Andre

Journal Entry #3

Death, Death is his name. Dea's full name is Death. We were having a friendly conversation this morning (for once) and I asked him if his full name was Dea. He looked a bit uncomfortable and on edge, but then finally whispered: "my name is Death, like when people aren't alive anymore." We haven't really talked since, but that is no shock to me. When I went to bed, I heard him whispering to himself and I also heard an electrical kind of popping, but I didn't get up to investigate. Just the other day I noticed he was acting different, ticking like he had Tourette's or something. I brushed it off and more weeks passed. He's talking to me more now, but I still feel suspicious of what he's hiding. Until next time,
Andre

Journal Entry #4

Dea is not human. It is not safe for me to tell my family my roommate is a crazed psychopathic killer, and I cannot get close to anyone at all costs! I've been able to understand what he says at night and I've heard him mention me and my friends. He said something along the lines of "He doesn't seem to be that alarmed at my actions, but I can't trust strangers. The urge is too strong for me to handle," I think Dea is a murderer. I mean, his name is Death, everything about that is suspicious. Or that's what I assume. When I went to go enter the bathroom, I accidentally bumped his arm. He reeled on me, and his hood came off, showing his eyes. But they weren't green anymore; they were black, black as night. I stumbled back as he crawled off the chair and prowled towards me. His eyes changed again, this time they were white, but his irises were no longer there, it was just his pupils and the whites of his eyes, nothing more. He neared me and I held up my hands, attempting to protect myself. Then he shook his head and his eyes were green again. We locked eyes and he stood up abruptly. I scooted back more, watching him like a hawk. I was terrified. "Sorry, you had to see that," is what he said then he disappeared into the bathroom. This was twenty minutes ago after school had gotten out. Wish me luck, until next time,
Andre