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Hi Diary, journal, thing I am stuck writing in because my Therapist thinks I need to start talking about the dreams (?) or things that have been maybe been happening in my life or..uh.. apartment. '
Scratching the pen against the side of your head, your eyes drifted over to the side. As long as they never fully looked, the darkness in the corner of their eye shifted and moved slowly.
How do you even explain this without sounding..insane?!
'So I suppose it started about two weeks ago, noticed weird things moved here and there, figured I was uh..doing it while really asleep. Yes I know that sounds very likely, I have insomnia and when I get to that point of no sleep that I sometimes move things and forget where I put them.
But... this was just odd.
Started noticing things like dishes being put in the sink, clothes being picked up, I even found my trash outside my door! Now as well I know myself, I never put it outside the door, I just drop it out the balcony window into the dumpster.'
A sound next to your made you jump and look over your shoulder, glaring as the shadow seemed to slink off somewhere. Maybe this is because you took one too many sleeping pills on bad nights or maybe it was antidepressants messing with your anxiety pills? Maybe it's the coffee...it's probably the coffee.
God, when was the last time you slept longer than four hours?
A glance at the clock reminded you that it was nearly two a.m. and the note stuck on top of it, that you were sure was not there a moment ago, that you had work tomorrow.
Now you were just sitting there, staring at the note with a blank look, turning your head back to the lines demanding to be written on.
"God help me, I don't want to be fully insane. Yet." You mumbled, going back to thinking on the last few weeks.
'After little things like that, I started seeing 'It' out of the corner of my eye. A black mass, sometimes it looked like it had a head, sometimes not.'
Sometimes you swore it had hands and a face and smile and.. you were so not putting that down nope, that's a one way ticket to the loony bin and you hoped you were not that far gone.
'So the more I noticed this thing around my house, the more I noticed that things were changing and i think 'It' has something to do with this. I mean I'm not a slob and I so clean up when I have the time and motivation, and yes that can be days, maybe a week-long of lack of it but I do get things done! But now It just seems like its escalating to the point that I don't know what to think!
I mean it washed my dishes and my laundry, even folded it! Laid neatly on my bed for me to come home and put up, I promptly pushed it on the floor when I got home out of shock and not picked it up.
I don't plan on too.
Maybe I did my laundry in my sleep?
Maybe it's a new symptom out of everything else I have?
I hope so, sleep cleaning could be my subconscious trying to fix me and maybe the figure is just me wishing for low key companionship? '
A pinch of the bridge of your nose and exhaling slowly to try and not gain a migraine from this by over thinking. You have been up for way too long, thinking what to put in this dumb journal and well, honestly you were just tired.
Ok, you needed sleep.
Tired eyes looked back towards the sticky note on the clock and sighed before closing the note book and getting up. A long stretch to realign your poor back, you spun around just to freeze.
Oh no.. no no no..
Your clothes were neatly folded again and this time with a note on them.
/Rude./
That's all it said. One word. You were going crazy and you were just too tired to care anymore.
Glaring at the wall as if the thing was staring right at you, your moved their hand and shoved the clothes off again before crawling into bed and just hiding your face in a pillow.
You would deal with this later, you mentally argued.
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An alarm went off around 8 A.M, signaling that you needed to get up and get ready for work. How many sick days did you have left to just lay here?
A noise of a book flopping on the table made you shoot up, eyes wide and ready to scream but there..was nothing?
Squinting, you slowly got up and moved towards the note book you had closed the night before and honestly, you could have died right then and there at the message in the margins in overly neat hand writing.
/I am not a IT, little human, I am W.D.Gaster. Doctor W.D.Gaster./
You were shaking, unable to process this.
This was not your writing, no you had chicken scratch as a hand writing and another thing, there was one last message at the bottom of the page that flipped your fear straight to aggregation.
/You live like a slob./
A twitch of your eye was all the warning to show how annoyed that one last message made you before a loud. "WELL FUCK YOU TOO!" Burst past your lips before you could stop it.
Whatever this thing was, it was clear of one thing.
You two were gonna fight.
How do you fight either a ghost, a demon, or a subconscious of your mind, you did not know.
but one thing was sure.
You were going to fight this thing and nothing would stop you.