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No sleep lately. Something's in my house.
I can hear it down the hall in my closet. In the shower while I'm brushing my teeth. In my brother's room, even outside. Its fucking messing with me, and part of the way I know its here is the way my ears pop like there's some change in altitude, or I catch a glimpse of something peeking at me. It just fucking watches me. It chased me up my stairs last night, I barely managed to lock myself in my room while my parents were out. I keep hearing people say my name throughout the house. It's getting to me. I feel myself slowly slipping away and I don't know what to do.
The Father has been in our home, praying with us throughout the past two weeks. When he's here, everything is calm. It feels quiet. Then, as soon as he leaves, I can hear it breathing in my room. Swarms of bugs land on our house. It's hard to see outside of windows with so many locusts hogging it. Dogs around the neighborhood go crazy in the middle of the night for no reason. I can hear someone calling my name through the woods at night. Cows near our home have been found killed, nothing taken from the corpses. Killed for sport, I heard the Father mention. My mother has begged me to move out. I don't know how to feel about anything anymore
███████ has gone missing again, and people are now starting to suspect I had something to do with it. Weird symbols show up at our door. I don't want to sleep in my dreams, I'm stuck in the basement as something crawls out of the door, groaning moving towards me. It never makes it, but it's getting closer each time. I ask it to go away when I'm by myself. I tell it to leave me alone. I swear sometimes I hear it say something back or maybe I just need to stop maybe if I ask nicely