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Yeah, so, anyways....

  

  KATHY

10/20/2014

My roommate has gone absolutely crazy - I mean, he’s always been a bit of a whackjob with his conspiracies and his refusal to download anything, but this is a new height for him - and he keeps insisting that “Kathy has chosen him”. Yeah, like I said, he’s absolutely nuts. In fact, despite his conspiracy websites, I’m almost his only contact with the outside world.

A transcription of my “interview” with him only seems to further the case for his insanity.

Me - What’s with you lately?

Matt - It’s her. It’s her. It’s her.

Me - I had no idea you were romantically involved.

Matt - No, you idiot! Her! How have you not seen her?

Me - Seen who, exactly?

Matt - The little girl. Kathy. She’s been watching me. She knows what they do. They did it to her.

Me - And where do you see her?

Matt - She comes in my dreams. She speaks to me in them. The girl chose me. She also sits by the river next to the factory. I first saw her at the river about five nights ago. She came to me in my dreams. Don’t remember much more than her name, Kathy. Now I see her. Just staring at me. Her mouth is weird, and I think she’s crying whenever I see her, but I can’t tell for sure. Hard to with her face in the dark and all. Now she’s started speaking to me. She tells me I’m chosen. That she needs me. She doesn’t talk. I hear her in my mind.

If Matt keeps this up, I’m moving out.

10/21/2014

Alright, this is really late at night, but I can’t get any rest. It’s 3 am and I’m still awake. I’m so tired that I can barely think well enough to write.

Matt was acting especially weird today. Even weirder than he’s been the past week. All he did was sit in his chair and thrash, as if he were chained to it. He wouldn’t speak, just stare at me like a whacko.

From what I can hear right now, he’s opening the medicine cabinet. Maybe he’s woken up and is taking a sleeping pill. I don’t know his deal anymore. I’d better check on him to make sure he doesn't overdose, intentionally or not.

10/22/2014

I quite honestly don’t know what to say, and I know I've been holding back on writing this, because I'm still trying to come to terms with what happened. In a way, I feel like this is my fault, that maybe I could have dome something to prevent it. It's just so straining to recall, and I really can barely bring myself to relive it, but nevertheless I have to let it out. I guess I’ll just detail what happened.

When I reached Matt, and saw his face in the mirror... I found him with his mouth sewn shut - I’m still not sure why. His eyes were black, and it almost seemed as if that blackness was a concentrated blood. I swear he was on some kind of drugs that I guess were amplifying his emotions.

When he heard me approach, he simply turned around. He had cut his chest open. I found myself morbidly frozen in place as he reached into his chest, ripping his heart out. At the moment of his death, i felt this powerful wave emotion wash over me. It was probably just my despair over his death, but I felt something else in it too, as if there was some gladness emanating from somewhere nearby.

I know I sound crazy, but I swear that I saw a little girl with her mouth sewn shut and her eyes bleeding. I was probably just seeing things. Afterall, I was (and still am) in an emotional whirlwind.

10/23/2014

I’m seriously freaked right now… I literally had a dream where I saw a little girl. She was wearing a ruffly, lacey skirt, with red netting. Overtop she she wore a black overdress. Very Gothic/Victorian. That’s besides the point, though. Her mouth was sewn shut and her eyes were black. I seem to recall that she kept saying that she needed me.

At any rate, I’d better go. The police are coming to question me about Matt’s death.

10/24/2014

I had that dream again. Anyways, I told the police what happened. I think I’m still a suspect, though. Anyways, when told them about "Kathy", they pulled out a picture they had found from Matt’s belongings. It was poorly, messily done, but it was doubtless Kathy.

From what the police could discover from a preliminary autopsy, Matt had been overdosing on an unknown drug at the time of his death.

 10/25/2014

Now I’m seeing Kathy out of the corner of my eye, staring, whispering. Every time it fills me with intense despair.

The police came by again with some new records. I remember how Matt said Kathy liked the river. Apparently, just before she started “visiting” Matt, a woman drowned herself in the river. She too was ovedosed on drugs, with black, blood-filled eyes and a mouth that was sewn shut.

The information that the police were given about Kathy seems to match records of a young girl named Kathy who was around in the 1800’s. She was taken by the government as a test subject. They wanted to see if they could develop telepathic humans. They sewed her mouth shut to prevent her from communicating manually, restrained her, and put her on some experimental drugs, which amplified her emotions and had a strange effect on her eyes..

After a few days, there was a strange incident. Nobody really knew what exactly what happened, but everyone in the building appeared to have died, and it was ruled mass suicide. Their mouths were sewn shut and there were copious amounts of blood found in their eyes. Some stabbed the appeared to have cut their chests open and ripped their own hearts out...

However, the body of the girl was never found. Around the area there were reports of a young, deathly girl walking around. Her mouth was sewn shut and her eyes were bleeding.

I can’t stay in this apartment much longer, while it still has the air of death. I can much less use the bathroom, which even more reminds me of his suicide, especially  since I swear that I keep seeing that creepy little girl lurking in the shadows…

10/26/2014

In my dreams, she tells me that I must embrace my death. She needs my death to continue. She will feast on my death. I'm struggling to hold my sanity in. Despite any medicines I take, I keep seeing her. In my dreams, where Matt died, everywhere. The only conclusion I can draw is that she is somehow real. In a way, I feel happy about dying, because I know I'll be dying for her.

10/27/2014

My time has almost come. She is watching me. After me, she will take her next meal.

10/28/2014

She will feed. She will feed. She will feed. 