Friday, September 18, 2015
It's not mine.
When I jumped into the water from my boat, I landed on something. I felt it slide up along my body.
I couldn't see, something covered my head like a child's blanket.
At the surface, I pulled it off. It was human skin.
Then something touched my side. It was half of a woman's body.
More parts are coming to the surface. More people.
My boat is getting farther away.
Another body touched me. I pushed it away. It's arm came off like overcooked chicken.
It's getting dark.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Last night I woke up because I heard sounds.
Like an older person dragging their slippers as they walked. I listened as it got closer to my bedroom door.
A sense of dread filled me.
A dark shadow filled the doorway. It looked like a tall, hunched over man.
When I looked to where the face would be, it slowly backed out of sight.
I'm not sure who it was, or what it meant.
I didn't go back to sleep. I waited for hours, listening.
It's been awhile since I've seen an entity.
I don't want to see it again.
Friday, September 4, 2015
I was just trying to be nice.
I didn't know this would happen.
I shouldn't have talked to him.
He's still out there. It's getting dark. Why won't he leave?
He was on the train yesterday. He noticed my manicure. He said it was pretty.
He keeps getting closer.
I told him I wished I had real pretty nails. It was just stupid conversation.
He knocked on my door today. I don't know how he found me. He handed me a box. After I closed the door, I opened it.
It's a box of fingernails. They are still attached to severed fingers.
He's at my window.