Gone

I saw that a man named Leon Walsh commented on my other post. I looked at his blog. I don't know what to think. 

I blacked out on Friday. I don't know when it started, but it ended when I had returned home from my appointment with Dr. Keep. I saw painted in red on the outside of my front door AREYOU and that symbol again. I went inside and looked at a clock. I should have been with Dr. Keep then. I tried to call his office, but instead got the secretary. When I asked about Dr. Keep, she told me that he had been rushed to the hospital. 

One of his patients stabbed him.

I don't know what to think. Was I the one that stabbed him? Or was it Leon? Was that his blood on the front door? Or was it mine? Either way, I won't be around to find out.

I don't know where I'll go, but I am going somewhere. I can't stay here, not being suspected of murder. I doubt highly that I'll continue to post on this blog.  

I am so sorry, Dr. Keep.

Sorry that I dragged you into all of this.

Never showed

I decided against keeping my appointment with Dr. Keep yesterday in light of recent events. I know this man is real and I will not be locked up for being his target.

I do not remember anything from Monday morning to Friday morning.

My phone is destroyed, along with my TV. The same asterisk symbol and LEON have been painted, scratched, drawn over everything I own. There was one on the door that had LEON at the top, the symbol, then AREYOU at the bottom. Then I looked in a mirror.

I had carved the symbol into my arms, legs, head, and torso. Some were still bleeding, some have scabbed over, and some have scarred. I don't know what's happening.

And I don't know if it should stop.

Black Out 7: Taken

I just got back from the other side of town. I don't know how I got there, but I know I didn't drive. I spent almost four hours walking back here after waking up almost five miles away. I don't now why I went there or how.

It was early this morning like around 1:00 AM. My dog was in my room and was making a hell of a lot of noise. I got up to see what the problem was. He was scratching and growling at the closet door. He was really tearing it apart. That was the most upset I've ever seen him. He was jumping up and down, ramming the door and making huge claw marks in it. I pushed him away from the door and he started to growl at the door loudly. I opened the closet, still looking at him. He started to whimper and lowered his head to the floor.

I turned back to the closet and saw him. He was at least two feet taller than I am and had very long arms and legs. He was dresses in a black business suit with a black tie. He didn't seem to be standing on his feet, but rather hanging. These long tentacle things came out f his back and I think were holding onto something in the closet, keeping him up. But that's not the worst of it. His face. It was horrible. It was pale and shallow. And empty. So very empty.

I felt the blood run out of my head and face and a cold wind blow over me. My dog had backed himself into a corner and was still whimpering. The thing dropped down and walked towards me, raising his arms. I stepped back in my room and heard something calling. It was my voice calling out that name. Leon. Leon. Leon!

And that's it. I woke up in a forest just outside of town in my nightwear. When I got back home my closet was still open and my dog was in the same spot, sleeping I think. I woke him up and he's been at my side ever since. I looked back in the closet before shutting it and saw a sort of symbol panted on the back wall. It was a large asterisk made of three lines. The middle one seemed to have a circle at the top, where the 12 would be on a clock. I don't know what the hell that thing is, but my dog saw it. It wasn't just in my mind. Maybe it is real.

Update

Several things have happened. 

First, I saw Dr. Keep today. I told him about the past few days and he was  "very concerned." He asked me about Leon. I told him I have never known any Leons, even in my dreams and such. That's another thing he wants me to start doing, writing down my dreams. I put a notebook and a pencil on the nightstand next to my bed like he said. I'm supposed to write in it as soon as I wake up, so I don't forget the dream.

He wanted me to call my parents and explain to them what happened. I just got off the phone. They said that they understand, but don't want me to visit them until I'm better. That could be years. 

And finally, Dr. Keep is considering having me committed to an insane asylum. The knives, the thing at work and the thing at my parents' house all made him think I'm not safe to be around when I'm in the other state. He said it was a good thing I tossed out all of my knives, and said I should do the same with any other dangerous things. I set aside a pile of them as I was cleaning up from yesterday and threw it out as well. Maybe being tossed away is for the best for me. Maybe.

Black Out 6: Leon

I don't even remember waking up today.

Last night I didn't get much sleep. I was up a good portion holding a knife after locking myself in my room. In hind sight, holding that knife and hallucinating wasn't the best combination, but nothing bad happened. I guess I fell asleep at some point, but I don't know for sure. I know I was laying in bed, staring at my door. I think I saw the doorknob turn and thats it. I know it couldn't have actually turned since I locked the door, so I think that was a bit of a hallucination. 

But I just woke up about 15 minutes ago. My house is trashed. Everything that could be knocked down is and everything that could be thrown to the ground was. Pictures, books, papers, everything. It scared the shit out of my dog, since I found him hiding under my bed. I'm getting more violent with these things. But that isn't the worst of it.

In the living room there is this spot just above the couch where a painting was before I tore it down in my rampage. I woke up and found a good portion of my knives from the kitchen planted into the wall firmly. They spelled out LEON. I just got done tossing out all of the knives in my house.

I'm going to see Dr. Keep tomorrow. Hopefully he'll have some answers or help for me.

Don't feel safe

I'm hallucinating. I must be. This can't really be happening.

I woke up this morning and got dressed. As I ate my breakfast, I noticed something move outside of the window in the kitchen. I walked over to it and saw something black just move out of sight. I dismissed it as m eyes playing tricks on me.
I went outside to bring in the newspaper after breakfast. I walked down to the end of my driveway and had picked up the paper when I heard my front door slam shut. I ran back, hoping it wasn't locked and went back into my house. I saw someone very tall dressed in all black round a corner at the other end of the hall; someone had broken into my house. I dashed after him, but he wasn't there. I searched the house top and bottom, but never found him.
It looked like the same man from all those times before.

Black Out 5: Work

So, this is getting worse. These black outs are seriously starting to mess with things.

So, today is Monday, and I had to go back to work. I got up, got dressed, drove in, the usual. I got to work and took my place at my desk in front of my computer. Everything went well until around 11:00. I don't know what exactly happened, but that was when I blacked out. I was on my lunch break and was staring out the window in the break room while my food warmed up in the microwave. I was staring at the parking lot and saw a man standing behind my car. It looked like the same man from Christmas; tall, pale, bald and in a black business suit. I think it was a coworker of mine, but I thought he had told management that he was taking this week off. But that's when I blacked out. 

When I woke up, I guess, I was facing several of my coworkers, all back against a corner in the break room. My fists were clenched and my legs were tense. My manager was at the door of the break room, looking in with his jaw dropped. I immediately calmed down and took a seat in the break room. I had told them about my black outs, and they let me stay on. I had always made sure to tell them that I acted normal during them, or at least I seemed too. This was the second or third time recently where I haven't been myself during the black outs. My manager decided to lay me off until I was better from this or it was under control. I don't know what I'm going to do.

But I know this is getting worse.