Mother's House of Horrors - Monster Inside

October 13th~2019

Journal.

This is going to be a long entry, but a lot has been going on and I don't know what to make of it. Sorry I haven't written in a while. I have had a lot on my mind and now that I have thought it over in my head, I am finally ready to put it down on paper. Let me just get straight to the point.

Something. Is. Very. Wrong.

Earlier this week when I woke up I found writing in my journal. It wasn't my handwriting though. I honestly have no clue who's it was. Or so I thought. It might be easier to understand if I explain more about this.

The person called themselves S. At least, that is what they used as their name in this journal. It was absolutely horrifying to see someone else's words in my journal. Anyways after much consideration I figured out that this person must come while I am asleep since that was when it was written. But then again, what if I wrote it? I have this theory that I am the one actually writing. As if, I am S? I don't know if that makes sense but that is what I theorize. I came to this conclusion after my next 'dream'.

If I am being honest, I don't really think these are dreams. When I dreamed of the forest, I awoke there. A few nights ago there was another dream with Mother. The figure lifted me to my feet from my bed. I couldn't see it, but it felt as though she were smiling. She guide me over to a mirror on my wall. A mirror that was never there. She told me to look into it, so I did. I thought I would see my face, but instead, I saw something absolutely terrifying. I don't even know how to describe it. No, I haven't forgotten it. It was so horrifying I am too scared to remind myself of its' features. Sadly, I must write it down. I must document all my troubles and memories if I ever want to figure out what is happening in this crazy town. 

The being looking back at me was, well, terrible for starters. Its' skin was a crimson, similar to blood, and rough like shark skin. The mouth was absolutely dreadful; A long, slit tongue of a snake flicking out every so often. Teeth sharper than the blade of Excalibur. Worst of all, were its' eyes. No, there was nothing wrong with them. They were the most normal thing about the creature. What made them so terrifying was that... well....

They were mine.

Mother cooed the creature in the mirror. Calling it by a name. How do I spell the name? It was a very difficult name for sure. Something like: Sabrina? Sabri? Sanbri? Sangri? Sangui? Sanguir?

SANGUIR

That's what it was. I remember it now. I remember Mother writing the name on the mirror in blood. Sanguir. What an awfully vile name. But then again, a perfect fit. In my dream I remember smiling at mother. As I smiled, so did Sanguir. Am I the monster in the mirror? Is this what I look like to others? These are questions I have yet to answer. 

Tonight I am going to conduct an experiment to test my theory. I shall chain my self to the bed to see if what happens in my dreams is real. If I am unchained when I awake, I can conclude that my theory is correct and I am Sanguir.

Wish me luck