January 31, 2013.
It’s getting worse. It’s becoming difficult for me to determine what is reality and what is in my head. Yesterday I encountered (or imagined?) a teenage boy in my house. He stared me down with a mischievous look on his face. There was also something sinister in his eyes. Every time I turned to walk in the other direction, I heard him running after me. No, not simply running, he was chasing me. His footsteps were loud and urgent. When I turned around, he would not be running, but simply standing their with that unnerving look on his face. Each time I turned around, he would be a little bit closer. When I reached the bathroom door and spun around, he was mere feet from me. I slammed the door and vomited.
When I took a nap later, I swear there was someone laying on my back. I could feel the pressure of their head resting on my head, their arms on my arms, and the heave of their chest on my back.
Dr. Fisk says I need to confront these “visions,” as he calls them. He is coming over tomorrow to assist me in the experiment. I believe the real reason he is coming is to make sure I don’t die of fright.
