Ter’nia

June 29, 2012 at 12:00 AM

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This is a simple series of journal entries for my own sanity to be held together. I’d just like written proof that this is actually happening to me, you know? Okay, to start, I’m twenty-five, I’ve been living with an amazing girl for the last couple of months in a simple loft apartment, and I have a simple job as a photographer for a magazine. I have seen a new tenant in our little apartment building but that hasn’t really bothered me. But what does bother me is the fact that I’ve seen… Things… All around my building and I’ve even seen them in my apartment… They aren’t normal things you’d hear about… They seem to be aware of their surroundings. I’ve seen them studying people. It might sound crazy but they watch people’s interactions with one another. They don’t see me watching them, at least I don’t think. These things aren’t animals or statues or paintings… They are just there. They have bodies and small limbs, Heads but nothing but eyes… They sit in darkness watching and studying us… I don’t think the other tenants know about them. I’ve told my girlfriend about my sightings but she doesn’t believe me.

September 26, 2011
I have tried to catch them on tape or in a photo but they seem to be too fast for me. I even tried setting up an overnight video of the room but still nothing. The more I think about it, the more it seems like I’m just crazy. I want people to believe my stories of them but they never listen. I think I’ll try to catch one soon…

October 17, 2011
I did it! I fucking did it! I caught the sneaky fuck. He was watching my girlfriend eat breakfast when I walked into the kitchen this morning. I sneaked up on him and caught him. He bit me though, little bastard… But I’ve got him in a small container under my bed. He’s been down there for about two or so hours in silence… I’ll write again soon…

October 29, 2011
He’s gone. He is gone. I don’t know how but he got out and he is somewhere in here with me. I locked every window and every door. I told my girlfriend to stay at her friend’s house for a couple days and after some convincing she agreed… A little while ago the bite mark, which was more of a scar now, began hurting. It’s more of an aggravation than anything. It’s almost midnight now and I still haven’t found him. I think I’m going to lay down now, I feel a little woozy.

November 27, 2011
My girlfriend broke up with me because I wouldn’t let her in. I told her it’s for her own good but she refused to listen to reason. He’s still loose. I haven’t found him yet. My arm is entirely swollen now and pink nearest the bite. Occasionally I can hear laughter in the dark corners of my bedroom at night. I think it’s him mocking me… I think I’m going to get off…

December 24, 2011
My arm is purple now… It really hurts and I think I might die… I just want to find him. That’s all I have left now… I want… I want my old life back… I was twenty -five and successful… With a beautiful girl and a nice home… I don’t want to die.. I want to go back. Wait.. There he is.. He’s… He’s smiling… He know what he has done and he is happy. I feel tired now so I bid you a final farewell. Just please share this with whomever you meet…

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