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by zaster 3 reviews

The diary entries of normal boy who ends up meeting a rather out of the norm "friend". My creative writing teacher confronted me after I showed this to her, and suggested I see a psychiatrist.

Category: Horror - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Horror - Published: 2010-11-01 - Updated: 2010-11-09 - 1613 words - Complete

Febuary 14th

Dear Diary,

I know I don't talk to you much... But I felt I should tell you about today. Il a été fantastique! (It was fantastic!) I hung out with Nique, and we watched Dawn of the Dead. "When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth." I just can't get that of my head! I also got a letter from Queen's University today. I was accepted after all! I start this fall; I'm so excited! They said my grades were sub-par at best, but somehow they still let me in! Maybe it was my incredible essay? Nahh... Well, I'm going to sleep now. I'll write in you again soon, I promise!

Febuary 25th

Dear Diary,

I'm a little shaken up. I was walking home from Nique's house, though I took a slightly different way. It was late, so I didn't want my parents to know I was out again. She told me about a shortcut through this old alleyway. She uses it all the time to get home from school; she said it's much faster than walking through the park. I was desperate, so I took it. The whole way through the alley, I could have sworn I heard whispering... Chantings of my name --- But, that's crazy. I was the only one around. The voice was too deep to be Nique, even if she's the kind that would do something like this to scare me. Maybe it's just my imagination; maybe I'm just paranoid. Who knows, I'll try not to think anything of it.

March 25th

Dear Diary,

It's happening again. It's been exactly one month since I've written, yet I'm afraid I have no new information. I heard whispering at work: chantings of my name in a deep, creepy voice. Sound familiar? I can't exactly explain it. I'm afraid to talk to Nique about it, she may think I'm nuts. I really need to stop thinking about this. It's all in my head; why am I getting so worked up? I'm going to bed, maybe in the morning I'll be able to think straight.

April 7th

Dear Diary,

I got a promotion today; I'm a manager now! I called Nique; she's taking me out to dinner to celebrate. I should really start to get ready... Short entry today. A plus tard. (See you later)

April 25th

Dear Diary,

My head is spinning... I woke up today with a migrane. I've heard whispers all day, but everytime I've turned around, there was nobody around. I don't get it. Every month it seems, I'm hearing things. Every month on the same exact day. I hear chanting from the same disembodied voice. This time, I was actually with Nique when it happened; she heard nothing. I'm starting to freak out a little bit. At least I don't have to hear anything again until next month. My head hurts enough already...

May 4th

Dear Diary,

I was in the library today; reading some Stephen King. I heard a bloodcurtling scream. Now, I ask you. Is it normal for a 19 year old boy to hear screaming in his local library? No. I was terrified. But, again, no one else heard it. I think it's starting to happen more frequently... It was just one week ago that it happened at Nique's house. I'll be sure to write if it happens again.

July 25th

Dear Diary,

I can't take it... I know I've said that before, dear Diary, but you see, this time it's for real! I haven't slept in over a week. Everything feels so far away, like a copy of a copy. This infernal voice in my head, constantly nagging me, but I can never understand what it's trying to say; I've gotten almost used to it. That may sound like a terrible thing to say, but you see, I've had to. If I didn't accept that I was going crazy, maybe my brain would be decorating the walls right now, and pieces of my skull dancing on my pillow. Ugh... That's a morbid thought. See what this blasted voice has done to me? And I used to be such a nice guy...

August 24th

Dear Diary,

I started school today; Queen's seemed to accept me fairly quickly. I've already made a few friends, and my old "friend" hasn't bothered me in days. I think this is just what I've needed. Medical school: the vacation of my dreams from my own mind.

September 10th

Dear Diary,

You want to know something? Cats piss me off. I was with a few colleagues today; just minding my own business, when all of a sudden this raging cat flew off of a shelf and snagged my homework! I already had a terrible headache, and this of all days, the cancerous thoughts began to swarm me once more. I had no patience for him, so I... Well, I honestly didn't mean to, but I sort of... Kicked him across the room. I guess all those years in soccer finally paid off. God, that's a terrible thing to say, I'm sorry, dear Diary. Please forgive me, for I am not myself lately.

October 21st

No "Dear Diary" bullshit today. I haven't felt this bad in years. I was working diligently on an assignment for an Anatomy class, when I heard a sudden piercing scream. It made me jump out of my seat. That's not why I feel so crummy. No one seemed to notice that. After the scream, I was just standing up in the back of the room (farthest away from the door...) I was then bumrushed by at least thirty different jumbled whispers. It sounded the same as everyone in the class had huddled around me and started trying to speak all at once. Thirty different conversations; one target; all I could think of; all I could really do, Two words: "Shut up." Bellowed at the top of my lungs. Two words that sealed my fate forevermore. And I've never felt more miserable.

December 3rd

Dearest of Diaries,

It's a wonder what you can discover if you take the time to listen. These voices... I've had it all wrong, you see. All this time I've spent trying to get rid of them, when I should have been listening. They really aren't out to hurt me, after all. I shouldn't say "they" it's just one. One single person. He's sitting with me now, actually, watching over my shoulder as I write this out. Checking for any grammatical or spelling errors. He's a nice person; I really like him. He tells me to call him "Volos", though I doubt that's his real name. We're going to go play now; I feel a sense of faith renewed... Euphoria fixation.

January 10th

Dear Diary,

Oh how fate tempts me so. Volos gave me a choice today. After all of this time I've take to get to know him, and him getting to know me, he knows my stengths and weaknesses, and he's made me choose to eliminate the strongest of my strengths. Yes, I broke up with Nique. It was either him or her. She just didn't understand, I'm not the man she fell in love with, she said. But it's not true. Volos says I'm just the same as I've always been, she just doesn't understand. She's the one that's changed, not me. Volos is my strength now. He's my eyes, and mouth. The dogma of Volos is my new dialect. Nique just doesn't understand. Maybe in time she will, but until then, I need can't have her hold me back. This is my life, and it's ending one day at a time.

Febuary 25th

Dear Diary,

That damned girl. Why did she do that?! Today was supposed to be the best day of my life. One year ago today, Volos started contacting me, even if I didn't know it yet. She called some fucking sanatarium! Claimed I'm "Mentally unstable." I could laugh in her face! La Putain! (The whore!) They're coming for me, she says; coming as soon as they ready up a room, so be prepared, she says. I'm not going anywhere. Volos will protect me.

March 3rd

These people... violent.. so violent. They didn't believe that I wasn't home. They broke open my front door. I've barricaded myself in my bathroom. Volos said they won't get to me in here. Volos said I'm safe in here. I see the light now, I see clearly. Volos is my only true friend; always has been; always will be. Nique -- She's nothing but a filthy cow. She forced this on me. If only she understood, then maybe things could be different. But no, she wanted me to get "better." Bull. This isn't for my own good; this is a death sentence! These bad men scare me. By the sounds outside, they just destroyed my bedroom. This is just a bad dream... A nightmare, nothing more. Je veux juste de se réveiller... (I just want to wake up...) They heard my pencil. They're banging on the bathroom door. They're saying obsene things. They want me to go with them. I don't understand... Volos said I'd be safe. Volos said he'd protect me. Where is he? What's going on here? The lock is cracking. Any second I'll be in their hands. In the cold hug of the straight jacket. I DON'T WANT TO GO! LEAVE ME ALONE! Why can't they just leave me the hell alone?! I've done nothing to deserve this! The door is open... They're coming. Volos has betrayed me... Dear Diary, please protect me. They've come for me... They've come---
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