Entry 9

Entry 9

6-11-93

        I searched the building for whatever was outside my office yesterday.  I swear, some of the people here are watching.  There’s not a trace of it anywhere but as I sit here, I can see it.  Whenever it comes by, it emits a loud hissing noise.

        Right now, I can see a large hand brushing up against my office windows.  This must be the hand of whatever’s shuffling about.  I suspect this is also whatever was in my dream.  I don’t dare go outside of my office right now or sleep.  It’s just slowly moving about, trailing its fingers on the window, tapping every now and then.

        I think I might go back home tomorrow morning.