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The Beginning

Every thing started when I found a old book in the forest. The book was made of leather with fancy writing on it. I'm not allowed to put the title of the book...I fear what will happen if I do. I can however put what was in the book. It's a lot of diary like entries. From some girl, speaking about... things I would rather not talk about in my own words. I guess I cannot post pone this any longer, so here it is.

Lately, I've been feeling strange. Like I'm being watched, or stalked somehow. But every time I look for who's following me I see nothing, only the darkness or the familiar surroundings of my town. A small town in the middle of Tennessee that not a lot of people really care about unless they're traveling to larger cities. My home, a decent single story build that I inherited after my grandmother passed away, is encompassed in the forest, not completely, but the trees are practically part of my backyard. I live completely alone, not helping my paranoia in the slightest. The fears that grips me so tightly never seems to leave me alone. Whether I am awake or asleep these... vague memories haunt me. Memories of the fire, of the spindly tall being carrying me away to my grandmothers. I don't remember a lot of the fire, I was only a small child the age of four. Hell, I barely remember my parents. The only things about them that I know is what my grandma tells me. I have had nightmares about the supposed night for as long as I can remember. Always the same, never changing. When I was old enough she told me about what happened to them, after I complained every time the dreams happened. She died a year ago now. Since then it's been me and only me. Life is so lonely.. I can barely handle it. 

I can hear the sounds outside my window again, the sounds of footsteps and twigs snapping. Sometimes, it isn't even sounds that alert me of something being wrong. Sometimes it's the air getting stagnant and I feel like I can't breathe. My throat always seems to tighten and get tense, uncomfortable tense, like someone was wrapping silk around my neck and strangling me. But then it would stop, moments later and everything would be normal again. Normal is... is a bit of an understatement, but it seems close enough. I worry, I truly worry about what is wrong with me, I've gone to see doctors, plenty of them, to see what's going on with me. Everyone single one I've been to has said that every things fine. I don't believe them, I try to but I can't do it. Maybe it's something that science and medicine can't explain. No way am I one to fully say the paranormal is... something real, something out there that just affects people at random. But maybe it is, maybe it is the only explanation for my problems. They used to not be problems, before grandma died I never had these issues, they weren't prevalent and I didn't care, because they did not exist. I'm not sure if her death was the trigger, if whatever is causing the problems was waiting for me to be as alone as I am now. I'm so scared, so very frightened all day and all night. I don't know what to do. I don't know....