User:Honestlydood

August 24, 2014 :I cant handle it anymore. The noises. They continue all night. Every. Night. I see it when I close my eyes. It scratches on the door, groaning and shaking the doorknob.”let me in” it says. soon, I plan to stand up for myself, tomorrow I will go to the local pawn shop, buy a small pistol, and kill that... THING.





2 MONTHS AGO





June 25, 2014  :Finally starting my new blog! I will be describing what is happening in my life on this thing. Hopefully you guys can enjoy it! Lets start with the basics, My name is Weylin, Recently, I just got out of college, I got my diploma, and i'm ready for the real world! I have enough money from working over the school year, and with the help of my parents, I can finally afford to move out.





June 27, 2014 : Well, it isn't the prettiest apartment, a kitchen, one bathroom, a living room, and a bedroom. I haven't seen any pest problems, but the interior walls are a little damaged. The landlord has been extremely nice and honest with me. Ill update this soon.







July 1, 2014 : I'm finally moved in! The first night was great! When I woke up though, there was one of the paintings I bought in the sink. Weird. Other than that, there has been no problems.





<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 2, 2014 :  Ok, now I'm really fucking weirded out. When I feel asleep last night, the I heard crashing sounds and the front door shutting. I grabbed a pocket knife and slowly walked out, turning on the light. Plates. Shattered plates all over the floor. The doors chain lock was broken off, leaving a dangling piece on the door. This is getting weirder. I'm gonna talk to the landlord soon.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 5, 2014 : Sorry for not posting in awhile. Anyways, these past couple of days have been scaring me. The landlord said that he would try to help. He let me check the security feed and what I saw was more than freaky. When I checked the hallway camera, I saw what appeared to be a person shambling down the hallway. it was shaking and twitching, scratching on each door. Once it got to mine, it ripped the chain out and wandered in. after about 20 seconds, he sprinted out and ran on to the street. I don't feel safe here anymore. I'm sleeping in a hotel tonight. Ill post tomorrow.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 6, 2014:  I slept fine last night, but I cant help the feeling that I'm being watched. I'm going back to my apartment. Hopefully that thing wont come again.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 11, 2014:  oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I've... something is following me. These past couple of days and nights someone has been following me. It hides on rooftops, mailboxes, sewer grates, even on top of my refrigerator. It just sits there, and watches. It has a pale white face, with small cut out eye holes, with a void of darkness for eyes. The thing wears this, cloak, its dusty, dark brown, and covered in small specks of this dark blue liquid. It just sits there, staring, breathing. I'm going to a doctor. I need help.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 16, 2014 : I'm going insane. I went to a local doctor yesterday, I was in the waiting room, and the thing was sitting on the chair next to me, staring and breathing heavily. It touched my pointer finger, its hands were damp, like after you dry off with a towel. He started humming, and lets just say it doesn't have the best voice. I pulled my finger away, and he just looked at my hand.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 17, 2014 : Sorry I didn't finish that post. After that incident, the woman called me in and I went into the room, sitting down on the doctors table. The doctor walked in, sitting down and asking me questions about whats wrong and blah blah blah. The creature stood behind him, touching his head, looking at his hair. it kept playing with his skin, and it looked like the doctor was reacting to it. The doctor itched where it touched him, like a fly kept landing on him. Once I finally left, the creature disappeared.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">July 27, 2014:  God damn it. It has gotten more noisy, making moaning noises and scratching on my door. Ever since the doctor visit, its been avoiding me, I only see him peeking around corners or hiding behind things. I've looked into the history of this building, and while researching, I learned that this building was made in the early 1960's, named “The Metalworks”. It was one of the most popular apartment complexes, but almost 20 years later, the popularity sharply dropped. I had to look into some obscure websites, but I learned that one of the many drug addicts in the city, wandered into the hotel, and somehow managed to make it in the water supply, and drown. Soon many complaints were filed in about the water, saying that “the water has turned a black/ dark blueish color.” they found the body about 2 days later and the apartments closed down soon after. It was reopened in 2007 by a new investor, and the history was forgotten.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">August 2, 2014 : The landlord has been acting... weird. Oh! I forgot to mention his name. His name is Theos. Anyway, Theos started acting weird when I mentioned the history of this place. He told me the man who died was Delton Magee, but soon after he died, he was called “The Molder”. Theos has been pretty quiet, only checking for my rent. The Molder has started speaking now, asking me to “ let me in”. Its gotten so much creepier.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">August 7, 2014 : Hes begun to impact the people around me. When Theos walked in to check on my rent, The Molder shoved him to the ground. Theos couldn't see it, but it was staring right at him. Theos quickly collected the rent and walked out, not wanting to be in there. Molder hums at night, it sounds something like Beethovens “Moonlight Sonata”. When I came home today, every one of my family photos was ripped in half, scratched out, or shoved down the garbage disposal. The Molder is acting like a 4 year old child.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">August 12, 2014 : I take the bus to work, now The Molder is usually following the bus outside, walking with the pace. Today, he sat naxt to me, stroking my face and tugging my ear. I must have looked like a meth addict due to me itching and twitching. I need to rest.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">''August 20. 2014: '' he has started hurting me physically, scarring my chest and leaving burn marks on my arms. Im not going to work. The noises he makes have been getting louder. I looked at my door and there are so many goddamn scratch marks, there's almost a hole in it. I need to sleep. I need to so badly.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">August 23, 2014:  Im typing this on my phone. I can't go near my computer. Every time I try to he shoves my away, dripping that disgusting blue ooze on me. The liquid is all over my apartment, there are practically puddles of it everywhere. I need to do something about The Molder.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;">August 24, 2014 : I cant handle it anymore. The noises. They continue all night. Every. Night. I see it when I close my eyes. It scratches on the door, groaning and shaking the doorknob. ”let me in” it says. soon, I plan to stand up for myself, tomorrow I will go to the local pawn shop, buy a small pistol, and kill that... THING.

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