Sorry guys for posting this chapter so late I have been really busy with school and work but please enjoy and review the chapter to tell me what you think.
September 20, 2009
This feeling what is it? For some reason my gut says to stop writing the journal but my heart says to continue. I haven't written an entry in a while because I am afraid of the experiences I have been having now. Not only are they getting worse but he now as some people say "made himself right at home". A couple of days ago I was walking down the hall to take a shower. I brought a towel into the bathroom and went to turn the water on and when I looked into the mirror there he was behind me watching me from the safety of my room. I just stood there looking back at him. His pale face, black suit, and I think when I saw him he got angry because I saw some tentacles protruding from his sides. I quickly turned around to face him but when I did he wasn't there. Did I imagine him again like I did in the library or is he just so fast that he left? Either way I am slowly losing my mind. I stood in front of the mirror again. I began to cry. I had no one to turn to no one to help me. I was alone fighting my own insanity slowly losing what little humanity I had left in me.
What kind of friend am I? I never helped Andrew when he needed it the most. But how was I supposed to know Andrew had these problems. He never showed much emotion when it came to anything but I think he would of shown something when it came to this. I thought about this while I put the journal on my bed. I got up and actually had goose bumps on my arms from reading this entry. I walked downstairs totally avoiding mirrors while I did afraid he might show up in one behind me. I walked into the kitchen while my mom was cooking dinner.
"Hey Josh can you grab some plates and cups form the cabinets dinner will be ready in 10 minutes." My mom said as I walked into the dining room. I did as she asked and when I came back into the kitchen she was holding a bag. "Look what I got at the store today it was only $10." She said as she pulled out a small mirror. My heart nearly sunk at the sight of it. "Here isn't pretty" she said as he put it in my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my face. My glasses that reminded me I needed new ones soon. MY white teeth I have. I was about to put the mirror down when out of the corner of my eye I saw him in the mirror. He was at the edge of the table that upon sight of him I dropped the mirror out of my hand so fast that it felt like it dissipated into thin air. All I hear was te glass from the mirror breaking as my mom gasped in shock.
"I am so sorry mom it slipped out of my hand" I said apologizing for what I did as I grabbed a broom and dust pan to clean up the glass. I threw the glass in the trash can and went over to hug my mom to make sure she was ok. I also noticed in the dining room that he was gone or was he ever there to begin with. My mom wasn't to upset about the mirror but after dinner I went to bed because I couldn't take the thought of seeing him again. Am I beginning to have the fear that Andrew had so many months ago? I began asking myself that as I dozed off to sleep.