Seven Days

Seven Days: Log 2

Tiny Teri Log 2

Log 2

Tuesday, February 18th

For almost the whole day, I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do. This was beyond anything I had ever heard or experienced. This was the stuff of fantasy, horror, nightmare, yet I was living it. Why was this happening? Who or what was causing all of this? I didn't know. But what was really scaring me was: What's next? It had given me seven days. Seven days of terror, seven days of horror, and if it was going to be anything like the first night, seven days of death.

I had to solve this, to stop this, so I began where it all started. After I finished completing the first log I asked it,

"Who or what are you? And why are you doing this?"

I was hoping for some sort of answer. I waited for a pop-up or another dialogue box to show, but nothing came. But that didn't keep me from continuing.

"Oh come on! Please, just answer me!"

Nothing.

"You can't do this to me. Just please answer."

Still nothing.

I took a slow breath and said in a low voice, "Alright, look. I don't know who you are or what you want. But if you want me to play this little sadistic game of yours, at least give me some hints. Will I be dealing with Jeff again? Or something else?"

I waited.

Nothing.

I sighed, letting my head hit the desk in exasperation.

A beep came from the monitor. My head jerked up.

A dialogue box appeared.

"No, you will not see Jeff again." It said.

Finally it talks! "Then what's coming next? And please tell me, who are you?"

The text disappeared and the cursor blinked for a few seconds.

"I cannot tell you."

"Can't tell me who's next or who you are?"

"Both."

You've got to be kidding me. "Do you know what you have already put me through? Huh? Do you? Because, last night, I just witnessed my whole entire family get slaughtered by some smiling maniac, and what's worse is that I got slaughtered too. And now here it is, the next day, and I am somehow alive and breathing! Now, please, ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTIONS!"

The box remained empty for a few minutes. Then slowly, text began to appear. Each word was typed slowly, allowing me to follow along.

"If there is anything you should know about what is going on, mortal, it is that all that has and will happen, you chose."

"What? What are you talking about?!"

"You asked and you received. Despite the warning you were given. So respect me."

"Oh, come on, really? You call that a warning? You fricken gave me a cryptic message. How was I supposed to know what you were talking about? That wasn't a warning you freaking bunch of letters. WHO ARE YOU!?"

"You still show no respect, and for that. I will no longer speak to you until the next time. After today, perhaps you will learn to choose your words carefully. You will survive longer that way."