August 23rd, 2018
I figured I’d start writing down my day-to-day life. Especially lately, with all my uneasiness. I’ve honestly been really shaken up lately. Last night I went to bed only to wake back up but whenever I tried to move, I felt locked. As if my own muscles decided to freeze themselves in place. I could still look around, so I searched through my room, looking for something. I scanned each corner, each shadow, waiting for something to pop and I noticed something. A green rocking chair which was in my room way before I had moved in was rocking in the corner. The sound of it rocking was intense and began to become the only sound in the room. I felt the air grow colder as I stared at the chair, and then- it stopped. I awoke, drenched in sweat and immediately looked in the corner. The chair, sitting there ominously still.
August 24th, 2018
I fell asleep last night at about 11. It didn’t take long for my mind to drift to sleep, even with what happened. I was sleeping fine till about 2 AM. I woke to the sound of barking. I live with two dogs, a full-blooded black Labrador retriever, and a blue nosed pit. Normally they don’t bark, even outdoors, but when I got up to check why they were so alerted, all I saw was them standing at the front door, barking at the crack below. I pulled them away and checked through the peephole. I didn’t SEE anything, but I could FEEL something. A presence, dark and ominous, almost malicious. I double checked the locks, put my dogs in their crates, and headed off to bed. The night passed safely.
August 26th, 2018
I had stayed at work late yesterday, needing to finish up documents before I headed home, not reaching my driveway till about 2 in the morning. My dogs were silent and so was the neighborhood. Everything felt normal, but something was bothering me. I glanced around, and noticed something unnerving. My bedroom light was on and I could see a shadow appearing through the front window. It didn’t seem like a man, but before I could walk up to the window and take a peek inside, the light quickly shut off. I pulled out my phone and dialed the police, announcing it wasn’t an immediate emergency but explained what just happened. Two officers showed up, seeming understandably angry, and did a room sweep of my house. They said there was nothing even remotely alarming in the house. They left me there alone, to which I immediately took my sleeping equipment and slept on the couch.
August 31st, 2018
I have so much to share so bear with me. I was asleep and I had another sleep paralysis night. I woke up but this time, I could clearly see the chair in the corner, and with it was a figure. Dark and shadowy, carrying the presence of anger and vengeance. It stared at me, and I could feel its eyes burn into my soul, down below my skin. It wasn’t a kid, it wasn’t a man, but a woman. She wasn’t unnerving because of her face, or her clothing, it was her neck. There was a large gash and even in the darkness, I could see the dark slice across her throat. It was obviously bleeding, but with the lightning, it appeared almost black. I attempted to talk to her, asking her what happened, and the unthinkable happened. She stood up, walked over and placed her hand over my eyes. Before I could even struggle against the paralysis, I slipped into a dark void, until an image appeared in front of me. Not an image, but a scene, a realistic one. I could see a man and a woman, the lady looking identical to the one that was in my room. They were both really lovey dovey, jumping around the grassland area, and as I watched, I noticed the man started seeming annoyed. The women whispered in his ear, and the man instantly grabbed her, and through her to the ground. I watched in horror as he unsheathed a knife and slowly lacerated her neck, dropping her head and walking away, wiping the blood on his pant leg. I felt hopeless as I stared at her lifeless body until I suddenly jerked awake. I felt extremely restless, as if I hadn’t slept in a week, but based on my alarm clock, I slept for nine hours.
September 3rd, 2018
I have had trouble sleeping, for many reason, including the other night. The dogs wont stop barking, and it’s always the same time. 2:01 AM on the dot, and I mean, as soon as the minute hand moves on the clock. It’s been rough, starting to think I might need medicine. I haven’t seen that lady though, so maybe that’s a good sign. I should get ready to head out. I need a few cups of coffee.
September 16th, 2018
The dogs started barking earlier recently. Instead of 2:01 AM it’s 11:23 PM, and it’s made the air tense. I’m starting to worry about these dreams. I’ve been having the recurring dream of that lady’s death story. At least I think it’s a death story. I got laid off last week. Apparently I’m not reliable enough, and based on their description, I might need help. It’s not my fault I can’t get peaceful sleep.
September 21st, 2018
I finally got some sleep, but I can’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. Let me explain, as it took a while for me to fall asleep due to some random bruising on my legs. I fell asleep but awoke in the paralysis state, and I turned towards the chair, but she wasn’t there. I quickly scanned the room, as I still had the feeling of being watched, and by the door is where I saw it. The man from the woman’s memory stood, holding the very large blade and juggling it in each hand. He started talking but it wasn’t English. It didn’t even seem like a real language, but most cultures don’t sound real either. But this, it was different, almost as if he was making it up. He then looked at me and climbed a top of me tilting his face as if to get a better look. I still felt frozen even though I was already paralyzed. He opened his mouth and began to croak a sentence out. “I…” he took a breath, “help you…” he smiled, and even with some teeth, his facial expressions were still dark. He sat up and held the knife with both hands, the tip pointed at my chest. He smiled wider, almost inhumane, before two hands reached around and covered his eyes, and I awoke immediately after hearing one word. “Sleep.”
September 30th, 2018
I did some research on the man and woman, and I came up with something. A man and woman had died, the woman found with a gash along her neck and the man was the suspect. Police attempted to arrest him but before they could get to his location, he was already hanging by a rope tied around the upstairs banister. The police quoted that the hanging was the least insane thing at the scene, and the thing that made it worse, was the smile the man had cut into his cheeks. I felt a chill run down my spine, knowing this was what I was dealing with. I can’t stay up forever, I need to get some sleep soon. I should nap.
September 30th, 2018
I seen her again, and she did her hand trick on me, like she did when I first seen her. This time, it was a different situation. It was me, sleeping on the couch while the news played in the background. I was stunned, but stuck in place so I couldn’t move. The weird thing was, this was not the past, it couldn’t be. I noticed the same man from my dream earlier, walk up to my sleeping self, and slowly raise the knife, slamming it down into my chest. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as I woke up from the nap. It was weird.
October 18th, 2018
IM nOt THe Bad ONe. ShE IS. ShE IS InnSidee oF YooU
I didn’t write that last entry. I didn’t. No. Who could have? I hide it! I hide it by the attic stairs!
October 29th, 2018
The date is the same date from the vision the lady gave with the man. I set up a trap, very simple actually. So I remade the scene but instead of taking a nap, I created a decoy. I took a pillow but instead of just using it as the body, I took a sheet of bent metal to cover a pillow. I waited outside the house, peaking through the window as I watched him walk up, raise his knife, and stab down, only to his surprise, there was no body. There was no human. His knife was stuck in the metal, as I walked in, I could feel his anger. The man looked at me, with the same crooked smile, as he turned his body to match the direction his face was. I didn’t allow myself to freeze and instead jumped to action. I ran up to him and kicked him, only for him to vanish before my foot even touched him. He almost looked like he got vaporized, and I immediately jumped up from my sleep. The worst part was where I was laying, directly on the couch, in the same exact position as the vision.
November 10th, 2018
I can’t handle this anymore, this life. It’s beaten me in every game. She keeps appearing in my dreams, more frequently and more aggressive. I haven’t seen the man though, he’s been gone for a while. Absent from my mind, and the unknown entry is bothering me. How can something that manifests in your dreams, affect the reality? Unless, there is no reality. What if I’ve been dreaming this entire time? What if I never woke up from the first dream. That’s such a worse situation than this though. What if my only escape is dying, it may kill me in real life. Is it the risk I’m gonna take?
Not sure on the day anymore. I’ve been using this world to do research about my situation and I’ve found nothing. I went to a gun store last week and bought a handgun. I’m ready.
I’m ready. I can’t take this world anymore and I’ve given up fully. If my prediction is wrong, I’m sorry. I’m sorry to my family, my friends, everyone.
I’m stuck in here. Looking out of my body as if it’s a shell, except I’m not in control anymore. She has taken my life from me. She’s using my body to interact with everyone else and I’m forced to watch. Two days ago, she suffocated my dogs. I felt hopeless. I failed myself. I’m stuck. Forever. I’m inside her now.