Dear Diary,

Archie didn't show up. I waited for hours for him to come, but he never did. When I returned home I screamed. I screamed until my throat was raw. I dug into my face with my nail, drawing blood. I look in the mirror now and see someone completely different: A girl that is not me. Her face is pale and bloody, her body is frail.

I can't shake the feeling that something is after me. Something that shouldn't be here anymore. I can feel it when I'm in my room. A constant presence standing at the foot of my bed, watching me. Even when I sleep. I tried to scare it off, but it only grew in size.

I can't sleep without a creeping feeling that I'm being watched.

- Ida