Saturday, December 31, 2011


As I walked around some neighborhood, I stumbled upon a vacant looking house. The lawn was well kept, and none of the windows were broken, so I decided to treat myself to some of their food. 'They probably wouldn't mind,' I thought. Their house was pretty big.

It was a two-story house, with flowers in some sort of garden, and an empty dog house. It was painted a baby blue color, while the window panes were painted black. An odd combination.

I trotted along the red-brick sidewalk, taking note of the little light things besides the path. I have no idea what you call those light things.

I noticed that their was a doll, abandoned on the steps leading up to the front door. The child must have been in a hurry to leave that she left her doll. It was some sewn up doll; it had on a pink dress, and it's hair was red. Same color as my hair.

I realized that the door was slightly ajar. Now who in there right minds would forget to lock their door? If they didn't have a key then they should have bought a new one.

I could smell something foul as I went nearer to the house.

Then, as I opened the door, a wretched smell filled up my nostrils and I felt the urge to throw up on the spot. 'Pull yourself together.'

I walked some more and I saw, i saw That.

Organs were strewn across the floor and the was practically blood everywhere. A family of three and their dog were dead. The dogs head, it was, god this is sick, it was in the woman's abdominal area. The rest of it's body was hanging from the ceiling fan.

The girl, she wasn't much older than four, her eyes--why would they do something like that?--her eyes were ripped out of her socket. And her lips were ripped off and her teeth were pulled out. What did they do to her before she died?!

The man was naked, everyone was naked. Just what the hell just happened there?

His scalp was missing too. And his face was torn to shreds.

I wanted to throw so bad, but I didn't. No I ran out of the house, stopped for a bit on the porch to pick up the doll, and started running again.

It wasn't until my legs couldn't support me and my lungs burned, when I finally let the contents of my stomach come out of my mouth.

I decided to keep the doll. Someone has to take care of it in memory of that girl. It might as well be me.

Whoever killed this family is sick. Proxy or not, this is still sick.

God, I want to throw up again, but I can't because my stomach's empty. I think I'm just going to stay in a fetal position underneath this abandon porch. It's a vastly different house. The grass is overgrown, the windows broken, and there are about a ton of weeds.

So sick.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Really? Are you serious? I think that proxy might be following me. Again.

How he managed to find me? It must be his master's powers or some crap like that. Can't a girl have just one ounce of privacy, a break from all of this? The answer is no, she can't.

I need some new pairs of underwear. Better yet, I need some pads. I think I'm going to start my period. Curse the fact that I'm a young teenage girl whose period has not yet been stabilized.

Damn cramps. Yes, definitely going to have my period soon. Damn girl problems.

Must get going.

Thursday, December 22, 2011


I have no idea how I ended up here. Here as in some unknown city.

The last thing I remember was seeing Him. He finally found me, and then darkness. It was so cold when I saw Him. So very cold.

I wonder if that proxy has anything to do with it. I hope he didn’t do anything to me while I “slept”. If he did, well, that’s just bleh.

I better find something to eat.

I really hope it doesn't happen again.

I had better get going and find shelter. It looks like it is going to rain.

Friday, December 9, 2011


He has found me.

And I was finally getting used to this place.

Matt, I'm sorry. Please do not be sad that I'm gone.

That thing's face, it's unnerving and why won't he stop staring at me.

I was having so much fun with Matt.

He's out there, watching. The Imitator watches. He always watches and makes insane the people who are being watched.

I can't move my body. The only thing moving are my hands. My fingers.

I really want to get away, but I need to type this.

The setting.
It is dim in this shed, near the woods. The sky is starry, but the trees block the light of the stars and elopes the forest's floor in darkness.
The trees elope the floor in darkness. The Imitator elopes my mind in darkness. It's shrouded in darkness and I want to leave.
I can feel the temperature dropping. I hate fall and the coldness it bring. I'm sleepy. Goodnight.
So cold.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Still Following Me

How long has it been? How long has that man been following me? He leaves messages. Typical. I wonder if he knows that I'm too young for him. He's making himself look like a pervert by stalking me.

I saw him while I was on my way to visit Christina. He was hiding behind a tree.

I did my best to ignore him and kept on walking.

I gave Christina a stuff toy that I got. It was her birthday, but her parents forgot.

Afterwards, I took a different route back "home". In fact, I stayed in a different place for a couple of hours until I knew that he had left.

I wished I had noticed him sooner. That way, I would have not have grown so attached to the people. Why did I get so attached to them? Whenever a proxy shows up it usually means that my days are numbered. If I had notice him sooner, I would have left before getting attached, and now I can't leave.

I don't want to leave. I already had to leave my family and I missed my little sister's birthday. I hope she's not mad at me.