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The St Joseph Smiler

I decided I would share my journal entries while I was in the hospital, I’ve been haunted by this thing for the past couple months and I’m unsure what to do. I’m not sure if it can do anything but just show up and scare the shit out of me but I might as well post them just in case. So I’ve decided that if anything does happen to me, people will know that I’m not crazy, I’m not paranoid, and that I’m not the only one who’s seen it. I’ll continue to share my entries but I’m just gonna start off with the first one, thank you for hearing me out.

November 30th, 20015

I woke up two days ago in the hospital to tapping on my glass window. I couldn't see anything that night, I opened my eyes but everything was just black, not even a night black just a pure abyss. I called out for the person to stop tapping but, whatever it is wouldn’t stop. In the morning everything was blurry, but I knew that the room I was in was not my own, and that I couldn’t get up.

I called out and someone in white with long brown hair came out from behind some kind of wall to my left, a female voice answered me asking if everything was alright.

“What the hell is going on? Where am I? Why can’t I see?” I cried out.

“You’re in the Saint Joseph Hospital in Denver, you were in a horrible car wreck” she said meekly.

“Can I talk to a doctor? I’m so confused, was anyone else hurt?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll get the doctor.” She said as she quickly left the room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A few minutes later a man in a doctor's coat walked into my room, he introduced himself as Doctor Rolland. I asked him to tell me what happened and why I couldn’t see. He informed me that I had t-boned a minivan at forty miles per hour, my mot

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">her was in the car with me at the time, while the minivan contained a mother and her four year old daughter. My mother suffered a broken arm and minor whiplash, the woman in the car suffered a minor concussion. I was not so lucky I was told, I suffered a broken shoulder, a broken hip, two fractured vertebrae and to top it all off I had suffered a depressed skull fracture, which effected my vision. Dr. Rolland was getting ready to leave my room when I asked about the little girl, his words still resonate in my mind.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Her ribs collapsed in on her lungs, she died instantly” even with my vision I could see that he hung his head. “The police told me to call them when you regained consciousness.” He then left me alone in the room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I put my head in my hands and cried until the police came to get a statement from me. I told them what I could and they left me with my guilt. As I spoke to them I noticed that my vision was returning, but for the whole day I prayed it would all go black again. Yesterday will always be burned into my memory, every blurry detail, my sight didn’t fully come back until sundown. It was the worst day of my life, not only the fact that I now had to live with the guilt of killing another person, let alone a child, but also what I had waiting for me last night. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I couldn't sleep all throughout the night, but around three a.m. I looked to my window and to my horror saw a man looking in at me from the other side. He looked dirty and ragged, it looked as if the nose had been sliced off his face, he was wearing a dirty, tattered green striped sweater. He had wide, round, bloodshot eyes. But the most disturbing part of his face was his inhumanly wide smile, which spread across his face, I was absolutely horrified. Did he want to be in the hospital? I wouldn’t be surprised if he needed medical treatment, I timidly called out to him. He answered by putting his scarred hand to the window, and taped on it with his long, blackened fingernails.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I couldn’t stop myself, I screamed for the nurses, for anyone to come help me. A nurse came within thirty seconds. She turned on the light, and he was gone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“There was a man, with no nose and a big smile on the other side of the glass, he was tapping on it, he wanted to take me, he disappeared I don’t know where he went.” I tried to stammer out, but the nurse just put on a confused look and told me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sir, that isn't possible.” <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No, I saw him, he had no nose, I saw him!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sir, there couldn't be a man on the other side of the glass, we’re on the third floor.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">More updates coming soon. <ac_metadata title="St Joseph Smilier, This is my first pasta so please help me make it better (or good, at least)."> </ac_metadata>