[January 3rd, 1956]
I awoke to find a tingling sensation in my chest. It wasn’t the lack of heat, nor anxiety. I’ve never felt this type of thing.
I’m probably halluscinating, those horror movie marathons have been giving me anxiety lately.
[January 4th, 1956]
That feeling, it’s back. It’s carresing my brain! It feels like a monster! My head’s been pounding for hours, I haven’t slept. This emotion’s getting out of control quicker than expected! I feel like—-
[January 5th 1956]
I passed out last night, exhaustion probably. I can’t remember what I was going to say. All of it was a blur. I feel like I’m being watched now. It’s making me uneasy. My phone’s ringing.
-A minute passes by-
My boyfriend called, he’s coming over tomorrow. It’ll be a relief to see him, the commotion these past two days has been fast-paced and talking about it will be a relief. Well, it’s been an hour already, I’m going to rest.
[January 6th, 1956]
I.. I killed him.. My boyfriend’s dead. The tingling sensation took over my body! What is this thing! The blood is drying on my skin, the texture soothes me. The silken-red color is beautiful as well.
I ripped off my finger nails to see more blood. I can’t believe my eyes. I never noticed the world in such detail before. It’s perfection.
[January 7th, 1956]
I SAW IT! THE THING IN ME! I looked in the mirror before it shattered, catching a quick glimpse of it. The eyes of this figure were all yellow and looked evil, the body was transparent and released a black mist. The smile was see through, along with a hint of agony on the corners of it’s mouth.
[January 8th, 1956]
I had a nightmare of the figure. He was whispering what sounded like ‘I’ll be in you’. I think he’s dangerous. To end my journal, I will leave my words on this paper the last thing heard of me. I have a knife to my head, slowly piercing my skin, as the blood drips on the paper, My life has come to it’s end. I shall sacrifice myself to live as the spirit that haunted me.
You’re the next victim of the Shadow.