Hello, my name is Eric. I am writing in this journal to have someone to talk to. I went to a 4th of July party yesterday and almost everyone there either didn’t like me or didn’t know me. And while I sat there alone, I realized just how alone I was. So from this day on, you are my new friend.
Well that’s all the writing I’m going to do tonight. I’m still pretty tired from sitting around last night doing nothing. That’s a joke. I mean it’s true. But you know what I mean. Anyway, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight.
I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I was the wind. Flowing through the trees and meadows. That I could feel the entire Earth. But I was unharmed. And I could not be harmed. It was a pleasant dream. I’m writing this down because I generally can’t remember my dreams when I wake up.
Well I have work today. So no lounging around. I’ll talk to you tonight. Goodbye.
It’s me again, work went as it usually does. Slow. I work at a drug store down the road. It’s usually a quiet place. So nothing special. Anyway, I’m going to see if there’s anything interesting on YouTube. There usually is. I’ll talk to you later.
Good morning. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you last night. I fell asleep while watching videos. But the most peculiar thing happened this morning.
I had woke up, face away from my computer screen, and had a terrible feeling wash over me. Like something was watching me. Something… Not very nice. Even menacing maybe.
So I sat up and rubbed my eyes and tried to find my glasses. While I was feeling around for them I happened to look at my computer screen. Oh and by the way, without my glasses I can see shapes and colors and things. But everything is coated in sort of blurry mist. So I looked over at my laptop, not even really paying attention to it, but I thought I saw something move. Something in the screen. The only color I can remember about it is it being white. And quick. And then after I found my glasses, I observed my laptop. I assumed it was a video or an ad or something. But none of my apps were running. So I don’t know what it could have been. Spooky huh?
Well I’m gonna go for a walk. It’s a beautiful day out today. I’ll talk to you when I get back. Bye.
Hey, I’m back. As if what happened with the computer today wasn’t weird enough, I was walking past the park when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a woman. Now what was strange is that she was wearing a long white bridal gown. Now I’m certainly not the type of guy who knows all about fashion, but it seemed to me like a dress like that in a park was a bad idea.
What with all of the kids running around. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t recall any kids playing there. Which is actually pretty weird because it’s a really popular place for kids. I didn’t stare at her for too long because I didn’t want to seem rude. Even though she was staring at me. As I looked away I thought I saw something start to stream down her face. Like tears. But it was darker. I don’t know, like I said I didn’t look for too long.
I did however meet a girl on my walk. Her name is Lisa. I ran into a door that she had opened while I was walking. She was worried of course and immediately ran over to me to make sure I was okay. She’s a sweet girl. I used to be real smooth with the ladies back in high school. I worked up the nerve to ask her out for coffee. She said yes, probably because she felt bad. But we’ll see how it goes later. I hope I’ve still got it.
Hello. I’m sorry about last night. But I didn’t come home last night. Things went really well with Lisa. I walked her home and ended up spending the night with her. Go me right? Now nothing happened per say, it was mostly just cuddling and kissing.
She is really quite wonderful. I actually slept great with her last night. She makes me feel safe. She’s waiting in the living room of my apartment. We stopped by here so I could grab some stuff and write down a bit in you. We’re going to go hiking. I’m so excited. I’ve never been hiking before. I think I’m going to stay here tonight when we get back though. I don’t want to push things. I’ll talk to you then.
Today was great. For the most part. We went hiking through the state park. I mean it was hell on my legs. I’ve never done that much climbing and stuff. But I did have fun. Seeing all of the nature and the different views with her. It was quite wonderful.
But…I probably should tell you, and since I know you’re not going to tell anyone, that I am almost certain I saw that woman who was in the park again. We had gone to a pond that was there and sat down on the dock that was there. We talked and laughed for a bit. And then I saw her.
She was standing within the trees to the left. She wasn’t very close. But she was still wearing that white dress. It took me a minute to adjust but I was very vaguely able to see the details on her face. I think her makeup was running. Because something black was streaming from the area of her eyes. So what else could it have been? But why was she there? I mean it’s not like I’m in charge of who goes to the state park. But doesn’t it seem a little peculiar that she was there too. In the same dress. Watching me. Why? I don’t know. But it bothers me a lot. I just need to sleep. It’s been an eventful day. And my legs are killing me. It’s about 10:30. Well. Goodnight.
I didn’t sleep well last night. At all. I’m not sure how much I slept. But it couldn’t have been much. I keep seeing that woman in the white dress each time I start to fall asleep. And each time I do, she gets closer and closer. I’m not going back to sleep. Not alone. It’s 5:27 in the morning. And I’m not going to bother Lisa at this hour. I think I’m going to make some coffee and then take a walk outside. I need some fresh air. And I’m taking you with me. Just in case I see something…different.
I saw her again. She followed me into the drug store. I’m hiding in the back. What does she want from me?
I peeked out the door. I don’t think she’s still here. I’m going to make a run for the door.
I ran out the door and all the way to my apartment. I didn’t see her on the way there. I think I lost her. There’s no way I’m sleeping tonight. The apartment doesn’t permit guns, so I’m just going to sit in a chair in the corner with my biggest kitchen knife and a flashlight. The flashlight is made for defense. It’s one of those super bright ones that are supposed to temporarily blind people.
I don’t know why I’m so scared of her. Not to be sexist but she doesn’t exactly look strong enough to straight out attack me and win with just her hands. But it’s something about her that seems outright terrifying. I suppose I should also write down that when I was being followed into the drugstore I felt a familiar sense of terror. Not like the other times I’ve seen her. But like in my past. Something from my childhood. I’m not sure what. But it’s a specific evil feeling that I’ve definitely felt before.
A long time ago. It’s only about 6:00 P.M. now. I’ve spent a lot of time looking for different places she could get in and blocking them with things, in case she does know where I live. But my hands cramping up now. So I’m going to put the journal down for a bit.
It’s now 12:08 A.M. exactly. I’m so tired. But I can’t sleep. Not tonight. Not until I’m safe. So I’ll just sit here. And wait until morning. Not sure that it’ll help too much considering she was stalking me in the day time. But it’s better than trying to escape her grasp at night. I need to keep watch so I’m going to stop writing for now. I’ll tell you if anything else happens though.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I really didn’t. I fell asleep at 3:00ish I think. I had a terrible dream. I don’t even remember seeing anything. Just terrible feelings. Like the feelings were attacking me. They were so strong.
I awoke to the sound of moving in my closet. It had to be my closet. I had my flashlight and knife at the ready as I approached it. I’m always telling everyone in movies that they should never go and open the closet. It’s so cliché you know? And nothing good ever comes out of it. Including this time. I had to though. I had to do it. I didn’t have any idea why she was in my closet. And I didn’t know how either. But I knew she was. Because that menacing feeling from my childhood was practically emitting from it. And what was I suppose to do?
I couldn’t just go back to sleep to wake up with her strangling me or something. I could have run away. But if she found me here she could find me anywhere else. And I would have called the police but I knew as soon as she heard me she would come out and attack me or something. At least this way I thought I had the element of surprise on her.
So I slowly approached the closet, which was directly across from my bed, and peeked in it a little. It wasn’t open but it’s one of those closets that are like blinds for your windows. But made out of wood. I can’t remember what those are called. And I’m not really worried about it either. So I tried to see if I could see her through it. I couldn’t. I slowly reached over to the center of them to open it with the hand that had the knife, that way I could blind her when I opened it.
I no sooner touched it when they both flied open out came a gust of freezing wind. And then I was hurled into the bed behind me. My arms and legs were spread out and were held down forcefully. I could struggle but I couldn’t get them free from my invisible bonds.
My head, however, wasn’t held down. I looked down my body and the room to the closet. The closet was pitch black. I couldn’t see any of my clothes. Even from the lamp that I had turned on by my bed when it got dark. It gave off a bright light. But I couldn’t see anything inside the closet. I heard a long screech come from it. It wouldn’t stop. At first it was faint. But then it got louder. And closer. And as it did, I noticed that my room was getting dimmer.
I looked over to the lamp and noticed that the bulb was slowly dying. This brought great fear to me. More than I already had. The screeching kept getting louder. It was unbearable. But there was nothing I could do. I felt like my ear drums were going to pop. And yet it got louder and the screeching got closer until it came from right inside the closet.
And then out came her. At a thousand miles and hour. She stopped right above me. And stared at me. And me staring back at her. This was the longest I had actually looked at her. And the closest I had been to her. I was finally able to observe the details in her face. I almost forgot to tell you that I had put in contacts. I don’t usually put them in. But I didn’t want to have to worry about my glasses falling off. Good thing too.
The first thing I noticed was the black stuff that had been a mystery to me the whole time. It wasn’t make up. It was coming from her eyes. Like she was crying. But it wasn’t normal tears. It was a solid black colored liquid that looked really thick. Like oil. Or black paint you use for painting a house. Needless to say it was very disturbing. Next I noticed how plush her skin was. I already knew that she was wearing a wedding dress so the plush face made sense.
Her make up seemed fresh. She had red cheeks. And red lips. Her eyes were outlined in black. Not from her black tears, but from the make up. Not to get weird, but I have to admit she was very pretty. I should also mention that her face looked familiar too. As did the terror that I was still experiencing. But I still couldn’t think of where the familiar feeling was from.
I tried to look down but as close as she was to my body, I couldn’t do much. I was able to look to the middle of her dress. About where her stomach was. I then noticed a red spot in the center of her stomach. It slowly got bigger. Eventually I could tell what it was. It was blood. Her dress soaked up a lot of it. But eventually it started to drip through. And started to drip onto my stomach. I looked away and shivered. I could never stand the sight of blood. I would have thrown up but I hadn’t eaten all day.
I could feel the blood puddle up and run down my side’s. It was cold. So cold. Finally it stopped. But I could still feel it running down my side’s and I heard it hit the wooden floor. Eventually it was all off of me. I looked down at my stomach and there was no trace of it on me. There was slight relief in me. But I could still feel her menacing presence hovering above me.
Make no mistake. She was pretty. But she was still terrifying. Her eyes looked like they were trying to tell me something. I didn’t know what. Until…I saw something forming on the ceiling behind her. It took my eyes a bit to focus on it. And when I did, I was flooded with sickness. The blood was crawling up the wall and along the ceiling right an over her head. At first it was just a puddle. But once it was all there, it started to take a different shape. It was hard to make it out first but then I realized what it was. A name. It spelled a name. “Bella”.
As I read the name in my head, the mystery of the familiar feeling was revealed. My mind was flooded with memories. Terrible memories. I looked back at her. And her eyes, seemed filled with…forgiveness. I was still terrified. But I didn’t feel like I was in danger anymore.
She brought her face extremely close to mine. To the point where I should have felt her breathing. But she wasn’t, of course. I had already worked out that she was some sort of spirit. I almost expected her to bite me or something so I closed my eyes tightly and accepted that what was going to happen was going to happen. And what she did was very…um…not something I expected.
I laid there waiting to die, when I felt a pair of cold lips pressed against my forehead. It was long. And slow. I felt the bonds on my wrists and ankles release. As if they were never there. I quickly looked up to find that she wasn’t there. My lamp was on and the room was well lit. The closet was closed too. And the blood on the ceiling was gone too. I quickly scanned the room. Nothing was out of place. It was like she was never there.
I feel relieved. And I think it’s over. I’m writing this in the park right now. Lisa will be here any time now. I don’t know if I’ll tell her. Probably not. At least not this early in our relationship. We’re going for coffee. I think this is the last I’m going to write in this journal. Not to offend you or anything. You’ve been a great friend. But the pages are running few. And I honestly don’t think I need it anymore. But thanks for being there for me. So long, and goodnight.
Doctor Kent, Log #146
I’ve seen some gruesome cases in my life of being a doctor. And I have had to tell a lot of people some bad news about their loved ones. But this one really gets to me.
Apparently some boy ran into the street on one of the country roads as a car came by and it swerved to miss him and ran off the road into a ditch. It appears to be newly weds. The groom, by the name of Taylor Write, is struggling to stay alive. His wife…deceased.
It’s such a shame. She was wearing her wedding dress and all. I’ve deducted that a some large piece of metal killer her. Like a pipe or some sort of sharp circular based item. Whatever it was, it thrusted its way into her lower abdomen quite abruptly. I must mention it didn’t go all the way through her. As to why is beyond me. But that’s not my department anyway.
I’ve heard from Nurse Abigail that the parents of the little boy are looking for something to make the child forget what happened. I suppose he saw everything. Plus I can understand that the guilt would be enough to haunt you when you grow up. I don’t know what they’re going to do, but it better be something pretty strong to get that out of his mind.
End of Log.
Author: Victor Clements