sigh... im always losing my mind...

October 31, 2023

I found it in the attic today. The old journal that grandfather warned me about. Its leather binding feels strangely warm to the touch, as if alive.

There are symbols on the cover I don't recognize. They seem to shift when I'm not looking directly at them.

I should never have opened it.


November 2, 2023

The whispers started last night. Faint at first, but growing louder. They're coming from the journal.

I tried to burn it today. The flames turned blue and wouldn't touch the pages.

It's watching me. I know it is.

November 5, 2023

The symbols are beginning to make sense. I'm afraid of what they might reveal.

My reflection doesn't look right anymore. There's something behind me in the mirror.


November 7, 2023

I've locked the journal away. But I still hear it calling to me in my dreams.

The thing in the mirror speaks to me now. It knows my name.


November 9, 2023

I can't resist anymore. I must open it again. The knowledge it offers...

It wants to be found. It wants to be read.

It's too late for me, but perhaps if you're reading this, you can still

try again? (᨟ ͜● ᨟)
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