Dear journal I am afraid.

You see, I am typing this from under the watchful gaze of Carlos. Why? I will explain.
Earlier today, there were reports of a strange man who looked just like me but...different. He was seen around town. He was blood soaked and laughing. The sheriffs secret police tried to get near him but when they did, 2 of the 3 officers suddenly fell when they were shot by a dark skinned, possibly Latino man in a black suit. They were not killed, as we are immune to guns, but they were shocked. They chased the men but they disappeared just as the they had before at the library with smoke and the faint smell of blood. Anyway, all citizens were advised to stay home, even I was advised to go home.
This was were I was when the terrible sound of long nails scraping against my door woke me from my sleep.

I had awoken with a snap, at first I thought it was just Laney, my adorable bunny, when there was faint humming and giggling. I then heard a deep masculine voice clear his throat and mutter that "I don't think this is his place Kevin." Then a bubbly, happy, familiar voice chuckled and said

"Maybe it isn't, Diego, let's move on."

That was when my heart dropped to my toes. Kevin. That was the name of my double, the demonic ghastly man who looked just like me except hollow, soulless. he was the one who had gripped my neck with his vice-like claws, had me stare into those hollow eyes and cry out in fear as I felt the life drain from my body. I had managed to get away back then, dear journal, but barely.

I stayed hidden, motionless for the longest time. When I was sure they were gone, I immediately called Carlos. He told me he'd be over immediately. He arrived and I let him in, the beautiful nerd was wearing a superman t-shirt with batman boxers. He hadn't bothered to do anything else except hurry over. I love him more than anything journal. More than anything.
He held me and we sat in my room, he suggested we turn on the tv but I don't want to make noise. I told him I wanted to write in my journal. He told me that "If it would help that you should." So I did.

I don't want to turn on the light so Carlos is using his phone flashlight for me to see. I can tell he's reading this as he just blushed and told me he loved me to.

They say Angels don't exist but I have one sitting next to me, holding a flashlight and humming the lyrics to Hollaback Girl.

He's laughing at me.

He says I'm cheesy.

He kissed my cheek.

He says writing down everything he does is creepy.

I'm going to keep doing it.

I just realized how late it is. There is no exact time as time does not exist but I do know that I should be getting to sleep. I don't know how much defense I have with Carlos watching over me, but I do know that it feels a heck of a lot better than being alone.
I'm going to put the journal down and try to sleep. Carlos promises he will stay awake and watch for me. Right now he's laying beside me and rubbing my back. He's still humming Hollaback Girl.

I am sorry for such a short entry my journal, but it is hard to write with just the dim glow of your boyfriends old cracked phone. I hope this is all just a big nightmare. Just something I can wake up from and laugh at when I tell my coworkers about it. God I hope so.

Goodnight Carlos.

Goodnight journal.

Goodnight Nightvale.

Authors note: I did it. It's currently twelve o' clock at night where I live but I am committed god dang it. Sorry it was a short chapter but, and I reiterate, ITS TWELVE O' CLOCK. I had gotten all cozy, watched some tv settled into bed when it struck me. I DIDN'T UPDATE. So i quickly scrambled and typed this crappy excuse for an update up. I'm trying to tie plot into this with Cecil and Carlos's doubles but you already saw that. Also, I wanted some cute fluffy moments.
Goodnight I guess. Ugh.
-Optic