January 23, 1997

It is 2:37 AM. I don’t think I’ll be going back to sleep for the rest of the morning. I’m shaking from head to toe, and I can barely hold my pen because of my hand shaking so bad. There is something in my house.

I woke up not ten minutes ago, suddenly. You know that feeling you get where you feel like you are falling? That sudden jolt? I felt that, and when I woke up I had this uneasy feeling. Like something wasn’t right. As I stare at my ceiling, I could swear I see shapes swirling around in the dark. Almost like faces. I sit up and turn on my bedside lamp. The swirling shapes disappeared but the uneasy feeling remained. Thinking I had just had a nightmare I make my way in the dark to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I enter the kitchen I stop dead in my tracks. There is something moving in the center of the dark kitchen. The same swirly shapes that was on my bedroom ceiling. It was like it was a small dark piece of cloud, moving in the darkness. I let out a quiet gasp and the shape instantly turns to me. I can make out two eyes, solid white in the dark, staring right at me. The shape moves forward, not more solid. I turn tail and run right back to my bedroom and lock the door behind me. I don’t know if the thing followed me or not. I’m not about to go find out. I’ll just stay here in the light and not turn around. What if it’s behind me?