October 7, 2016

There's a classic two-sentence horror story that's been circling the internet. "There is nothing sweeter than a baby's laughter... Unless it's 2 a.m., and you're home alone."

I cannot tell you how true it is.

Well.... it wasn't a baby. It was something from a Disney movie. And maybe that makes me seen like a wimp, but just hear me out.

My best friend and roommate had been out of state for three months, and wasn't supposed to get back for another few weeks. It was a weekend, and I had done everything I needed to accomplish for the day. It was late at night, and I was scrolling through Twitter, laying back in bed.

My room is on the second floor. Naturally, everything was supposed to be nice and quiet below. I expected it to be - after all, I was the only one in the house. We had no pets, as my roommate had kept his German Shepard in New Jersey.

I turned off my phone and plugged it in for the night, finally about to get some rest, when there was a crash from downstairs. It definitely scared me, but I wasn't stupid. I knew I shouldn't go down there. That would be a death sentence.

Before I could do anything, there were footsteps echoing up the stairs. Freezing, I tried to stay as still as possible. It wasn't the smartest idea, but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

"And off with her head!"

Whoever spoke did so from my door, and followed up with a giggle. It did sound like a young child, probably a girl about five or six.

The passage ends right there.

It's not like there was something ripped off and hidden somewhere. That was, blankly, the end of the message.

I can't be fully sure I know who wrote it. There are no suspects. No one in town had gone missing, according to the police.

I just find it odd that it was found on the doorstep of our house, in Mitch's handwriting.

He swears he never remembers it. He swears he locked up the house and left when I left, a month or so ago, and came back after I did.

However, what really chills me is the fact that the name "Alice" keeps working it's way into his vocabulary.

I don't know, I'm probably just paranoid... But I haven't seen Alice In Wonderland in quite a while. Maybe it's time to change that.

October 10, 2016

I finally got around to watching Alice In Wonderland last night. The only thing I really have to note is that Mitch was acting... Off. His mood seemed to rise and fall with the movie, even though he didn't even know what I was watching, and the pattern continued through the night.

How can someone do that? And why is it scaring me so much? It's just a movie, and not even a creepy one at that. It's just a Disney movie.

God, at this rate, I'm going to drive myself insane.

October 15, 2016

I know I'm paranoid beyond belief, but Mitch quoted Alice earlier, and it's pushed me over the edge. In the last few days, it's started to seem like it's completely routine with him. It's almost like it's mechanical. It's terrifying. He doesn't sound at all like himself.

He keeps telling me everything is fine, and at this point, I think he's guessed I'm insane. I might be, but who am I to say anything?

I think I'm going to leave for a while, take a break...

Yeah, that's what I'll do.

January 16, 2017

I don't honestly know where I'm writing this. I just know it's somewhere. I think it's a book of Jerome's... But I need to write this.

There was a two-sentence horror story circling the internet for a while, a few months ago. "There is nothing sweeter than a baby's laughter... Unless it's 2 a.m., and you're home alone."

I cannot tell you how true it is...