I don’t know what the hell’s going on. I’m on Prozac, 20 mg/day. I don’t do alcohol or drugs or anything. I’m not even that depressed right now. But I’m seeing things…at first these things weren’t too scary, just a little annoying, like Gingy would steal my pencils and hide them. But now Gingy’s rabid. Whenever he shows up I lock myself in the bathroom. He can’t get in the bathroom because that’s where I was conceived.
What the hell am I supposed to do? He brought some of his friends, they’re outside…the doors are locked, my dad’s at work…it’s tough to even focus on school work when he’s tormenting me.
There’s four or five of them, hard to tell. You can’t see them head on, but they fade in through the window out of the corner of your eye. Most of them look harmless, except for this one skeletal blackbird creature…fuck, it’s chewing the flesh off its bones, and when it’s got nothing left, it’ll come for me, fuck fuck help please, I’d rather take myself than surrender to that freak
Sometimes you don’t know if you just hear wind or emptiness in your ears. They sound like sad little whispers
Please help, I’m really terrified. There’s no one to talk to. I’m alone until my dad gets home from work tomorrow. It’s telling me to carve things into pine wood, but I can’t, because then he blinds me and I begin carving on my thigh, since I can’t distinguish between them!!
But if I don’t listen it’ll kill me