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.