January 5th, 2017
For the record I think this is stupid. Nothing I write here has any real meaning other than wasting time. I know you are going to read this Dr. Fleischer, even if you say that you won't. I'm only doing this because its mandatory. Hopefully you will give up on this journalling venture, but if not then I suppose I will just make another meaningless entry next time.
January 12th, 2017
Either you didn't read this last time, or you just don't get the point. I don't want to write these. It doesn't help someone who is already sane. Please just finish your stupid experiment and leave me alone.
January 19th, 2017
Back again with my mandatory weekly entry. Don't expect anything good, after all there is no length requirement. I just have to write something. Hopefully this is enough to satisfy you.
January 26th, 2017
Week 4, still no interest.
February 5th, 2017
What am I even doing here. This isn't helpful, none of this is fixing my actual problem, writing in this stupid journal isn't going to get rid of him. This is a waste of both of our times. Do you understand? This is not insanity, this is real.
February 7th, 2017
Either Dr, Fleischer doesn't read these, or Dr. Fleischer doesn't care. All she ever does is take notes on her stupid clipboard. She is supposed to be a professional, how can't she tell the difference in reality and fiction. It is constantly getting closer, Every night that THING gets closer, and this doesn't do anything to stop it. The Doctor says that talking about my problems makes them real, tangible, something that can be solved, but how do you solve something that is already tangible and something that is coming for you every single night. How do you get help, when everybody thinks you're crazy and forces you back to a stupid doctor and a stupid journal that doesn't do ANYTHING.
February 12th, 2017
Fleischer was proud of me today. She noted that I made an entry that wasn't required, and that it was longer than usual. Now I believe that she doesn't actually read these. Maybe if she sees me make more entries she will clear me sooner so I can get some real help.
February 13th, 2017
Last night it, nearly touched me. That shadowy figure grew closer than ever. It wasn't standing anymore, It was climbing, Its two slender black arms rested on my bedposts and its head lifted just barely over the edge of the bed. I didn't sleep last night. I was too busy staring at it, too afraid of what would happen if I shut my eyes. It moves faster now too. Before it was nearly frozen, but now its body shifts constantly as if made of black flame, every night it gets closer by more than the last. I don't know what will happen when it gets to me.
February 14th, 2017
Another sleepless night. It made it into my bed It stood over me on all fours, an empty abyss staring at me from above. If it keeps up like this, it will reach me tonight. I don't have a will made nor would they let me make one while Im "mentally unstable" . You will probably read this after im dead so here's the best I could come up with.
All of my money back to my parents, it will help pay them back for the last 18 years.
Everything else, to my ex . Hopefully it will turn out that this is all part of some curse and she can deal with it next.
and Dr. I dont blame you
February 15th, 2017
72 hours without sleep. I lived, tonight it wasn't in sight. I don't know whats worse, staring it in the face, or not knowing where it is. I don't know if it will be here tonight but I need sleep.
February 16th, 2017
Still alive, doctor gave me a sedative,
February 20th, 2017
No news on the shadow, still out of sight, I wish it was out of mind. Dr. Fleischer seemed drained today. She might be having as much trouble sleeping as I am. I hope she can get real sleep soon. As much as I hate these sessions, I wouldn't wish this on her.
February 27th, 2017
The Dr, cancelled our meeting today. She said she "had important matters to attend to". Her lethargy hasn't improved, and she has asked a lot more questions about my experiences with the shadow. I worry for her now. I think whatever was after me is after her now. I hope it isn't the case.
March 6th, 2017
Dr. Fleischer hasn't seen me all week. I don't want to assume the worst, but the guards won't tell me where she went, and the shadow came back. There are two of them now. They came back three nights ago, and have yet to move. They just stand there watching.
March 15th, 2017
Dr. Fleischer is dead, the guards confirmed it this morning. Morticians say that it was extreme sleep deprivation. While they won't admit it, some of the guards suspect foul play. Her will was updated 6 days before she died. She knew it was coming.
March 17th, 2017
tonight I got out of bed. The figures were there again, this time I got to look one in the face. It had her face, the second shadow was her, and she was screaming, but no sound came out. She just stared at me mouth agape like a picture.
March 20th 2017
I fell asleep at lunch 2 days ago. Passed out from exhaustion more accurately. Now two of my best friends are perpetually yawning. Whatever these things are, the spread when I sleep near people. The two in my room have disappeared. I expect there will be four there before long.
March 24th 2017
I was right, but I wish I wasn't.
April 2nd 2017
I have tried to get more sleep at night, but it is difficult. They still aren't moving, but their faces are terrifying. The faces of 3 dead people are screaming at me constantly, I have gotten used to it. The one that concerns me is the faceless one. It was the first, the alpha. The cause of all of this. We got a new therapist today as well. I warned her not to sedate me, and to be careful of me falling asleep. When I told her that her life depended on it she said it was crazy talk. I wish it was, oh how I wish it was.
April 9th 2017
There are eight of them now. I don't even recognize all the faces. People are beginning to panic within the asylum. I would be too, but it has occurred to me that it wont help. I already tried it before. I wish people would just listen to me.
April 21st 2017
The Asylum has been quarantined by the federal government. The death toll is up to 15, no one can leave anymore for fear of spreading a contagion. At least I can't cause more harm than just here.
April 28th 2017
All 16 of them have disappeared. The federal agents in their hazmat suits all seem clumsy, I doubt that this quarantine will hold much longer.
May 1st 2017
May 2nd 2017
May 3rd 2017
May 4th 2017
Patients are escaping. They are afraid that they will be next. There aren't enough feds left to stop them. The count is up to 256. Everybody left in the quarantine is gone.
May 5th 2017
I woke up outside the facility last night. No one was left to move me. I must have sleep walked. I can't count the shadows anymore. There are to many. Quarantine is broken.
May 9th 2017
Tonight there was only one. It is controlling me in my sleep. I can't stop it.
May 11th 2017
Lapsing in and out of consciousness. It is using me. I will stop it. I have to stop it.
May 13th 2017
I don't know if this will work, but I have to try. If it doesn't, then I'm sorry.
May 14th 2017
Several hundred shadows worked together to stop me from pulling the trigger. They need to keep me alive. I stared the faceless one down. It is angry at me.
We faced each other alone tonight. All the others stayed back. His gaze was piercing, but so was mine. Eventually I won. His body is mine now, and soon so shall his world.
I have decided to stop keeping track. After all, tomorrow the last day that anyone would be left here to read it.
... I hope you're not sleepy :)