I don’t normally watch the news. Between my Facebook feed and Twitter, I usually knew enough about current events not to care. For whatever reason, I found myself sitting in front of the television at five-in-the-afternoon and decided to watch the news. I kinda wish I hadn’t. The television switched from a commercial to showing the anchor sitting in front of the camera with a somber face.
It was the scariest thing I’d ever seen.
You are probably going to read this and think that it’s a joke. That’s what It wants you to think.
No one is going to believe me and there’s not exactly a hotline for this kind of shit. Who would I tell anyway? I can’t trust anyone I know.
I know it’s been a long while. And while I’m sorry for that, I regret to say. I literally cannot account for the missing time. Since my last entry, I reckon it’s been months to you all, but to me, it’s been a night. I know that must seem confusing, but hopefully you’ll start understanding what I’ve been through.
When I enter a dark room I can — or at least I think I can — see the figure of something standing in the corner.
There’s a woman in the mirror who haunts me.
In the Tuskegee study these men were not given medical treatment. They were monitored at the disease progressed through its various stages. None of them were ever given actual medical treatment.”
The wind suddenly picked up, bringing with it a few snowflakes. The first of the year.
Damian was a cyclops. Yes, a real live cyclops. I watched tears trickle out of his single eye as he hung his head of floppy brown hair and cried.