User:Ch33zburgrLuvr

My Hospital, My Haven

April 16th, 2013 My name is Thomas, I've decided to start writing a journal; I don't have any actual friends and I haven't seen my family in ages, so I might as well record my thoughts somewhere...    I suppose it's my fault I'm so lonely now, I never did take interest in making friends. I was too different for them, anyways. They always said I was a freak because where they took interest in romance and adventure I took interest in horror and violence. Whereas they could name popular bands I could name infamous murderers. But the real thing that made me different, I always liked to hang out in abandoned places, not like homes or neglected gas stations, but condemned hospitals and asylums. So now here I am, sitting in my apartment writing about how pitiful my life is... Not like anyone's gonna read this...

April 18th, 2013 I went 'house-hunting' and found a nice place to relax: an old hospital shut down by the state. Knowing the way things are here, it will be a couple years before this place gets torn down. After some looking around I found a room that wasn't rodent infested and disgusting, it should do as my home away from home whenever I just need to get away and draw or whatever floats my boat at that very moment. It's actually kinda nice here, I'm on the third story so there's a good view, there are some chairs I can put together like a bench, and other than the occasional creak or groan of the building, it's quiet. I think I could bring some drinks and snacks and be right at home.

April 19th, 2013 Fan. Freaking. Tastic. Yesterday I went home and found an eviction notice. Oh well, the only things I even own are some junk food and this journal. I guess there's only one place to go now. My little haven.

April 20th, 2013 I've had a chance to make myself at home here, and I gotta say, it's not so bad. My makeshift bench also serves as a bed, there's a cabinet where I can store my food and a counter to sit at and write. There's no electricity or air conditioning, but it's shelter, and that's what matters. Although now that I've been here for a few hours, it's been creaking a little more than usual... Most likely just me actually paying attention makes it seem like it, but it's not like it will actually disturb me. It's nothing but a little background noise, it adds character to this place. I think it's about time to turn in for the night...

April 21st, 2013 For the love of God... Of course after I get settled in, this room gets infested with rats. Their scratching is what woke me up, and I can already smell dead ones. I guess I know how I'll be spending most of my day... Looking for a clean and soundproofed room. There'll probably be one on the top floor. Never been up to floor 4, but I'm hoping it'll be worth the effort it will take to move my few possessions...    Finally found a room and moved into it, there aren't any windows in this room, with the exception of the one on the door. I've gotten settled in and while the silence is eerie, it sure as hell beats the scratching and the smell of dead rat...

April 22nd, 2013 I don't even know what to do at this point, I woke up this morning and my walls had scratch marks all over them, and there were muddy footprints on the floor, but my stuff hadn't been touched. I'm going to lock my door tonight, I do NOT need anyone watching me while I sleep, that's just downright creepy. Hm, something that creeps me out, kinda funny really...

April 23rd, 2013 Someone's outside the door... I can't see his face, it's too dark.. I know he's watching me, I don't have too see the face to know that. He hasn't moved a bit in the last three hours and neither have I, other than to write. I'm only a bit creeped out, I've had worse things happen to me. And just like that he's gone, probably was just wanting a reaction.

April 24th, 2013 I'm scared to leave the room, but I'm also scared not to, I woke up and there was some... thing hovering over me, its face only inches away from mine. It disappeared suddenly once it noticed I had awoken. I didn't get a good enough look at it's face, although I'm not sure I want to. I think I just need to walk around and see if it shows up, if I do find it, it may turn out to be some kid in a mask, and his 'disappearance' may just be my mind twisting him running away. Hell. To. The. No. I'm not leaving this room again! I walked down a hallway and heard the scratching again, out of curiosity I looked into one of the rooms, It looked like a naked man sitting in the corner, running his nails down the wall. He turned around and... Oh God... Skin had been grafted over his mouth, and there were still stitches, they made what looked like a huge grin. His eyes had also been covered and the same for the nose, stitches surrounding every graft. I looked away and there was one staring from every doorway, each had suffered the same fate. I ran back to my room and slammed the door shut, then locked it. All of my stuff was gone, mud covered the room, I had nothing in here but mud to defend myself. I sat in a corner and hoped for the best.

April 26th, 2013 I've seen it... It watches me... lips cut away... no eyes... scalp ripped out...body bony and covered only in a shredded lab coat... Not sure how much longer I can take this...

April 27th, 2013 It's in here with me. Staring. Daring me to move. It lets me write. I don't understand...

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YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT SO BAD

HE LETS ME WRITE

AT FIRST THE STITCHES HURT

BUT NOW I HAVE MY FRIENDS

ALL DAY WE MAKE OUR MUSIC WITH THE WALLS

IM SAFE HERE

THIS IS MY HOSPITAL

THIS IS MY HAVEN