Me and Jay have just been staying in his apartment these days. The only time I've gone out in the past couple of weeks was to go to the doctor about the stab wound Masky gave me, just to make sure it was okay for sure. Which it was. It was odd. I would have thought me and Jay would have gotten into an argument by now because of the tense stress, but we were just quiet.

Jay's mostly been watching some of the security footage from the security cameras, and I'm really worried about this. But I can't deny I might have looked at one, once or twice. But I did'nt really get the same security from it as Jay might have. Instead for my security, I leave the lights on when I go to sleep. Because in the light nothing can hurt you. The light is my friend. My precious friend.

I'm kinda starting to wonder if I should go back home. Maybe I can pretend none of this ever happened and that it was just a horrible nightmare?

I was just on the couch, with my knees to my chin. Jay was just finishing something up on his laptop before closing it and standing up.

"I'm going to bed now. Night", he said half heartedly, while I just mumbled my goodnight back at him.

I just looked around myself. Even with the light on, I still felt a little scared. I sighed and mumbled to myself,

"The light is my friend, the light is my friend, the light is my friend".

I kept mumbling this to myself as I laid back on the couch amd closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep so I could go through another miserable day. I'm not sure why it was I was staying. It was like I was compelled to stay by my mind...at least I hoped it was my mind.

I laid there for several minutes. It was peacefully silent, and the light I could see from beneath my eyelids gave my a bit of a soothing feeling.

But then the lights went out. My eyes shot open and I sat up. Why did the lights go out? My breath became heavy and my eyes glanced around me. I felt my hands tremble, the room seemed colder all of a sudden. How could that even happen? There had to be a reason, a logical, scientific reason!

I heard a door open and close. That would have made me extremely nervous, but it was the fact I could'nt tell which door it was that made me worry. I started to cough heavily to the point it almost felt as if there was a pain in my chest. I then felt a presence behind me. A cold one. It felt...familiar somehow. Was it Masky? Against my better judgement, I slowly turned my head around to see who it was.

I coughed as I slowly opened my eyes. My head and arms were resting on a table. Wh-what happened? I remember turning my head, but it's completely blank after that. It was still dark, but I tell I was still in the apartment, in the kitchen. I slowly moved my arms and head off the table, hearing the rustling of paper as I did so. What had I been doing here?

I slowly stood up and made my way a press and took out a frying pan, just incase someone was still in the apartment. I slowly walked to the living room. Dear God, the darkness was scaring me! I need to put on the light! The light will protect me!

I made my way to where the light switch was and prayed that the lights were'nt blown. True I could just light candles if the lights were'nt going to work, but it did'nt give the same type of comfort.

Thankfully they were still working, which gave me a sigh of relief. I walked around the room, looking in possible places to hide incase someone was here. I looked up to Jay's door. I should check on him. Just incase.

"Jay? You up?", I asked, knocking on his door, but I did'nt get a response. "Jay? I'm opening the door", I said as I opened the door and walked inside. Coughing a little as I did. But Jay was not in his room.

"Oh God damn it!", I nearly yelled, frustrated as hell. Seriously this was what, the third time he's gone missing on me now? This was just pissing me off now. I quickly decided to get out of that room. Last time I was here when Jay went missing, I started coughing up blood. An experience I'd rather not repeat.

But I was just a few feet away from Jay's door when my throat started becoming dry rapidly. I quickly walked back into the kitchen, turning on the light as I had forgot to when I went into the living room. I did'nt look at anything else as I walked to the sink. Even though I had been passed out for who knows how long, I was still feeling tired. The tiredness forced me to close my eyes as I turned on the tap and bent over to sip some of the water.

It soothed my throat but when I open my eyes, I nearly screamed in shock and stepped back, dropping the frying pan and holding my hands to my mouth.

Comming out of the tap was blood! But...it tasted normal when I...

I looked at my hands. What should have been droplets of water from what stayed on my lips on chin was just as red. I felt nausea come over me.

"Wh-wha...oh God...oh God...", I mumbled before forcing myself to look at the sink again, only to be shocked by what I saw.

Water.

But, was'nt there blood there? I looked at my shaky hands and there were only droplets of water, and a little bit of my sweat.

I gulped and slowly bent down to pick up the frying pan and walked over to the table to see what was on the papers I had felt there when I woke up.

"Wh-what the...", I picked up one of the sheets of paper. They were like the ones Alex had drawn, and the ones from the house. Drawn in charcoal. But, I did'nt have any charcoal, and there was'nt any on the table. But I apparently did these because there were random words written like 'death' and 'faceless' and 'operator', in my handwritting!

There was also blood on them. Like it had been spit up on them or something which only gave me more reason to be worried.

I walked backwords slowly untill my back hit the wall. This...this was just a dream...but the papers...

I then slapped myself hard against my cheek.

"Get a hold of yourself God damn it", I muttered to myself. "Your over reacting to stupid paper". I then took deep breaths before I realised something.

"Jay! Are you here? Please come out because I am really fucking scared right now!", I yelled out. But I got no response. As much as I hated to say it and as uncaring as it might sound, a part of me had to assume that this was just like last time, and all I could do really was wait untill morning and hope that Jay would be back.

Oh God I hoped he would be back okay.

But then I realised I could check one more place for Jay, and possibly and intruder. The bathroom.

With some reluctance, I made my way to the bathroom and gripped the handle. I was mostly expecting an intruder then Jay, and if someone was in there, I wanted to have a surprise attack on them. I quickly flung the door open and held the frying pan high, ready to strike!

But there was no one here.

I looked around carefully, no signs of a guest or a place to hide unseen here. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself.

My skin was pale, and there were shadows under my eyes which almost seemed almost lifeless. Hell I think I've even started to loose weight, and I was already kinda slim before. Now I just looked skinny almost. I pressed a hand against it's reflection in the mirror.

"Your loosing it Rebecca", I muttered to my reflection. After a few minutes, I gave an uneasy giggle, giving a ghost of a grin. "And talking to yourself is the first sign of madness".

Then, I saw someone else in the reflection. Masky!

"You son of a bitch!", I yelled and turned around to hit him. I don't know what came over me. It just sort of...happened. But I did'nt hit anyone. Because no one was there.

I stared at the space where I could have sworn Masky was. I began to stagger out of the bathroom, and grabbed the blanket from the couch and my notebook and went to the archway to the kitchen and sat down with my back to one half of the archway, and my feet touching the other end. If I'm not in either room technically, I can't be hurt. Right? Hehe.

I wrapped the blanket around me tightly, and laid my saucpen next to me. I would write in my journal now. When I finished, I would hold onto the frying pan as a weapon, and stay awake as long as possible.

With the light on, and as my only guardian at this time.

"Rebecca. Rebecca!"

My body froze and my eyes shot open. I saw Jay but I did'nt say a word. The fear and possible insanity from last night might have made me too scared to talk for the moment. Jay looked at me with a worried look a said,

"Are you okay? I just woke up and saw you here. Do you need anything?"

I just stared at him, somewhat dazed before I choked out,

"W-water".

Date: 02/16/17

Time: 12:52

I think...I might quit this. After last night...but...I need to know if Alex is okay. I'm just going to have to try and put what happened behind me. But then again, it's written here, so how can I?

Jay's already looked at the tape in his room, though there seems to be some sort of glitch on it. The camera's around the house apparently stoped working for a while after I heard a door open and close. When they did come back on I was in the kitchen, drawing and scribbling on the papers, but they seem to go out some time before I came to.

I'm scared, but for all I know, Alex could be in a worse situation, or dead even. With this in mind, I might be able to force myself to countinue onwords.

I only hope it will not be the death of me. But if it is,

I want the light to be with me.

The light with keep me safe.

Rebecca Kralie.