Wednesday

I spent the day in confusion, deciding to write out the events of the past few nights, trying to make sense of it all. I seem to become more afraid of my own

thoughts, as thinking about it brings me more fear than if I was blissfully ignorant. I wish I was blissfully ignorant. I walked over to my computer and turned it on;

it started up normally just like it should, with my TV making comforting noise in the background. My graphic design project needed to be ready in a couple days, so

I needed to work on it. I opened up my files one by one, collecting the pictures I would want to use. I then opened up my main project file. I jump out of my chair

in shock, looking at the screen. I don't see the happy Mickey Mouse from yesterday. I see the dead carcass of him laying half on the screen, lifelike blood seeping

out of his wounds. My mind rushed in panic as I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom and retched my breakfast into the toilet. I ran back to my room and closed the

page as fast as I could without looking at it. I need to go outside. I have been indoors for days and I forget what it is like to converse with another human. I have

been driving myself insane, drowning in my own thoughts. I needed to talk to someone. I walked to my front door, and put on some shoes while looking through

my contacts. I called my mom, knowing she would provide comfort; I needed to express what events have happened. The phone rang once. Then it rang twice.

Suddenly the voicemail came on, but it didn't have her usual message. It was just eerie silence. Suddenly I jumped as the beep came for me to leave a message. I

started to talk "Hey mom, I think your voicemail is broken, i-" I was interrupted by a deep voice "COMPUTER." It said as I yelled, dropping my phone, it shattering

on the cold wood floor. "Aw shit…no…no, no, no. This isn't possible." I said to myself. I suddenly heard an electronic beep from my room. I walked slowly toward

the door, as if I was expecting some uncertain horror to be lurking around the corner. I looked around the corner, seeing the room as I left it. I walked over to the

computer. The beep was it saying I had a new e-mail message. I cautiously sat down and opened it. I sat there, petrified when I read the sender "Mickey Mouse". I

gulped and stared at the name, struck with terror. "There's no way this is happening. Yeah it must be some kind of a coincidence." I thought, trying to make sense

of the strangeness. I slowly brought the mouse over to the message and clicked it. It opened the message. And the message read "It got me. You still have a

chance. Run." I closed the internet in a panic. I shook my head in my hands and started to cry. What kind of sick joke is this? I don't understand. My head was

pounding and my hands were shaking profusely. I vomited violently all over my floor and ran out of my room. I ran to the front door, knowing salvation was

outside in the daylight and public. As I reached for the door handle, I thought Wait. What if it sent the message, and it wants me to leave? I gulped and pulled my

hand away from the handle. I had a horrible feeling, that it was out there. Waiting for me to try to escape. But what if it's in here? I sat on the ground crying and

shaking. What was going on? There was no way that this is real. I don't get why I am so afraid. What if that…thing is messing with my minds primal instincts? I

had so many questions and ideas, but the more I thought, the more questions were brought up. I heard something drop in the kitchen. I walked slowly, with my

eyes wide open, expecting a supernatural horror to come screaming around the corner at me. But I suddenly lost fear for what was ahead, in the kitchen. But I

grew afraid of what was behind me. What if it's stalking me? Coming ever so close. Feeding off of my fear? I span around, yelling. I looked into the empty hall

behind me, and put my guard down. I retreated into my room. What if the monster was using my electronics to get to me? What if that was it on the phone. And it

came through my computer, into my subconscious; plaguing my dreams with its vile presence. I felt it inside me. Inside my mind, ready to jump out when my

mind was weak, while I was sleeping. "I need to stay awake." I said frantically to myself. I am going to the bathroom to find medicine to keep my awake.