It wants to get to me

Part of a diary documenting someone's encounters with a being (is it more?)

Thursday 5:27 p.m.

I can see myself being swallowed by flames. The smoke is thick, taking my breath away as I struggle to fight against them.

I see It in the doorway. It watches me with that ugly grin. I start sobbing as Its fingers wrap around my wrist. The feeling is almost comforting, but the true intentions of the creature (is it even that?) linger in the air for a little too long, making me want to claw my eyes out.

The smoke slowly turns my skin black and before I know it I'm covered in ash. I see It getting closer and closer, whispering stuff that I can't make out. It's quiet, yet I see Its mouth move. It gets close to my face, but before I can hear anything I get a sharp ringing in my ear. The pain slowly grounds me and I begin to feel the soft carpet, the cold air and the smell of pine from my room - I'm back.

Everything might be gone but the sensation remains. I'm itching everywhere and I'm almost bleeding from a few of the scratches I gave myself without realizing.



Saturday 4:21 P.M.

It's the first time I feel It in the wind. It's my fault I talked about it to my brother. I knew It could hear through him. It mocks me now. Maybe one of these days I'll give it a name. I'm not safe if It's in the wind. Now It will follow me, It looks at me, I just know it.

I'm scared. It started taking people, It'll take everyone I know, slowly. My brother was first, now It can monitor me through him.

I can't keep this burden. I shall not speak about It, that gives It power. If you find this don't read it outloud, please. It can hear but it cannot read yet.

Author's Note

Please be brutally honest ❤❤