Today my sister and my brother ran away. I don’t think I’m OK. I mean, I killed my parents and forced my siblings to kill innocent people so I could have my skin back. I only have my carving knives and some bark. I saw Slenderman a few days ago. I think I’m becoming what I’ve always feared, a creepypasta.
I found a river and I made a steak out of the bark I had. I saw SCP-173 running around earlier. I don’t know why but he keeps bothering me like I’m his friend.
SCP-173 is back but he won’t leave. I think he wants me to follow him.
He brought me to a cabin so I looked through the window. I saw blood everywhere and some skin coming out of a room. I told him I was good, how I am, and he’s just following me around now.
SCP-173 is my new best friend and I think I saw some government workers looking for him. So I’ve been hiding him. I had to kill a few, but that’s it.
I think there is a spy. I’ve been seeing strange things. I don’t know if I’m going insane or if I’m paranoid. I have seen bullets and I’ve been hit by one.
I know there is a spy because I saw it. They have shot my arm a few times. I am only minorly injured so I’m fine.
I found a chip in SCP. Now I know how they found us. I removed it and killed the spy but I’m not sure if it’s safe to be here.
I made a disguise. I look normal and I’m going to pretend this never happened. I lie to my siblings to hopefully get them to trust me. I will still visit SCP. This is my last journal entry until I hide it away forever.