No Help

I tried to get help, but this thing doesn’t want me to. It wants me to be entirely alone… I’m going to find out what it is, and how to beat it.

I tried to get some help again. I called Officer Robert, but… well, this thing doesn’t seem to want me to get help. I’ve looked online, but I haven’t found anything very helpful. Every experience is too vague, and just not similar enough to me…

I’m alone, but I think it’s okay. I’ll find out how to beat this thing.

I have to.

Death

I listened to Olivia’s last recording, and… it captured her last moments. I’m so scared. It came for her, and got her, and now it’s coming for me. I can’t let it get me… I don’t want to die.

I listened to Olivia’s last recording. Her final moments on this earth. It’s… troubling. And I’m still not clear what exactly happened, but it obviously wasn’t a suicide.

As I’ve been saying all along…

Where do I go from here? It came for her in the end, and it’s coming for me. The only clue I had is long gone, and I have no idea how to protect myself. I don’t want to involve my friends anymore… What if it comes after them? I can’t risk that.

It’s Coming…

I’ve seen it now. Out of the corner of my eye. The thing, whatever it was that was after Olivia. It’s here now.

And I’m next.

I’m so tired, and I can’t seem to control my emotions. One minute I’m terrified, then I’m filled with anger. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t know how to stop it.

I’ve seen it now. Out of the corner of my eye. The thing, whatever it was that was after Olivia. It’s here now.

And I’m next.

I’m so tired, and I can’t seem to control my emotions. One minute I’m terrified, then I’m filled with anger. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t know how to stop it.

Gone

Olivia’s journal is gone. I don’t know what happened to it, I DIDN’T misplace it. It’s just… not here anymore. And without it, I have no hope of defending myself…

Am I losing my mind? I don’t really know anymore… Is this in my head?

No. It can’t be.

No.

Olivia’s journal is gone. Vanished from its place under a pile of my stuff. I didn’t misplace it. I didn’t touch it.

It’s gone.

And with it go my hopes of defending myself from whatever is following me…

Memories

I can’t bring myself to read the journal yet. When I touched it, it made me physically ill. I will, I know I have to, and I will. For now though, I spent some time looking at some old videos of me and Olivia. God, I miss her more than ever… She didn’t deserve any of this.

I’ve included a picture of the journal. I don’t know why Olivia had to pick the creepiest looking notebook ever, but whatever. That’s Olivia for you I guess.

No, I haven’t looked in it. It made me physically ill.

I’ll get to it…

I spent some time reminiscing over an old camera of mine. God, I miss Olivia so badly… I can’t believe what happened to her, and is happening to me. It still makes no sense…

I know I have to read the journal. I will.