Silence

It finally stopped today.

I celebrated. I swear to God that I let out the happiest laugh that I ever have, followed by a sigh of relief. It's just so nice for everything to be quiet again. No more tapping, no more beat, no rhythm. Just beautiful silence.

I'm going to try and see my friend later today. I don't know how he's going to react. He hasn't responded to my texts at all since Sunday. I don't blame him. I did break his arm over seemingly nothing. It was just... that noise never ended and he kept tapping it. I told him to stop and he kept tapping it. I think he even laughed at me. Laughed like I was crazy.

Still, I want to apologize to him. I never meant to break his arm. I just wanted silence. Now I have it. Everything's gonna be better now.

Right?

I snapped

I just... couldn't take it anymore. That constant rhythm wearing down on my mind just... I couldn't take it anymore.

I broke a friend's arm today. Just for tapping the beat.

I don't know what's happening to me.

LET US OUT

That's what the morse code says. LET US OUT over and over and over again.I hear it everywhere. It's in my music. It's in the sound of my typing. It's in the tapping of my brother's fingers. It's even in the pace of my foot steps.

LET US OUT
LET US OUT
LET US OUT
LET US OUT
LET US OUT

I have an idea of what it all means. I think... I think I know who they are. It's crazy, but it's all I've got.

It's THEM. They want to get out of my dreams and into our world.

Distorted Reality

Been on edge the past few days. I keep dreaming about them. Over and over. I dread every night, because that's when they visit me. I'm still scribbling down weird things when I'm not paying any attention. Just meaningless words: "He sings" "She kills" "They come" "Burn". I've drawn him so many times now. I have pages with the Operator symbol on them.

And yesterday, it progressed beyond my own dreams and drawings, or so I believe. I was listening to music, when I could've sworn I heard a beeping beneath it all. Slow, rhythmic, repeating through every song...

short long short short pause short pause long pause short short long pause short short short pause long long long pause short short long pause long

What scares me most, is I can still here it whenever I'm somewhere completely silent. Over and over again. The same noise ringing in my ears. I don't understand. I want this to stop... I want it all to just stop...

More dreams

I dreamed of THEM again last night. I don't remember much but...

I was burning. On the inside. Like someone had lit a fire in my body and I couldn't put it out. And they were standing there. Mocking me. Watching me. He kept petting her like she was some kind of... pet. I was writhing on the ground, something deep within me trying to burn its way out, and they just looked on.

And then she spoke. Her voice was like a bird's song, and like nails scratching at a chalkboard. It was just two words, but I awoke, trembling in fear because of them:

"Wake up."

Again...

I fell asleep in class today. Or at least, I thought I did. I "wake up" to find the teacher standing in front of me, asking what I was scribbling at so furiously. A glance down at my hand, and I see this paper in my notebook, pen in the middle of scratching an "M".

I can't think about this right now... I need some sleep. So tired...

Me.

I talked to my brother this morning, before he left for school. Showed him the paper, and asked him if it was some sort of joke. He got a look of total confusion on his face as he told me:

"You wrote that. Two nights ago. I walked by your room, and your door was open. You were scribbling away at that paper. I asked what you were doing, but you ignored me. Why? What's up?"

I got upset with him. Demanded that he tell me the truth. I even grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook slightly. Still, he insisted it was my own work. The fear in his eyes couldn't have lied. I let him go, and I haven't seen him since.

My mind is playing tricks on me. Terrible, terrible tricks. It's affecting how I act already. I'm blaming those I live with for what I'm doing to myself. I have to remember these are just dreams. These aren't real. There is no Slender Man. There is no SHE. They can't exist...

And yet I hear them singing when I sleep, "It's true, it's true, we don't exist..." Then why do I hear your voices?