《Dear Journal》


 Entry One

    Entry one


    Hello,


    My name is Evan Joy.


    I just bought this journal today.


    I didn¡¯t buy it from a store or anything.


    Today I went to an estate sale and while I was walking around looking for something that might be interesting, I found this empty leather journal.


    The old man running it said I could have it for free, since he said it wasn¡¯t there earlier.


    I think someone must have misplaced it earlier, but I couldn¡¯t find any writings in it.


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    Or any thing, this journal is completely blank.


    Kinda eerie, but I don¡¯t mind.


    I¡¯ve actually been planning to do something like this for a while.


    I¡¯ve always wanted to write in a journal, but never remembered to buy one or a good reason to write in one.


    But this journal, it just catches my interest.


    And it¡¯s not like I have anything else to do write now.


    Hehehe.


    So yeah let''s go over what I did today.


    Went to that estate sale. It¡¯s my day off today... well every sunday is my day off.


    I kinda just lounged around for the rest of today watching netflixs, procrastinating on this.


    But at least I¡¯m doing it now, so that''s gotta count for something?


    And that about sums up my day¡­. I¡¯m kinda boring aren¡¯t I?


    Well at least I¡¯m admitting it now, rather than later.


    But I guess it doesn¡¯t matter, not like anyone else is going to read this right?


    I mean that would be a complete and utter invasion of privacy.


    Well I guess I¡¯ll cut it off here, I need to go to sleep in stuff.


    I hope I don¡¯t have that nightmare again


    I¡¯m going to lock this journal up.


    .

 Entry Two

    Entry Two:


    I didn¡¯t have the nightmare, so good for me.


    I have this nightmare every so often.


    It¡¯s either very frequent or very infrequent.


    Sometimes It¡¯ll come for days on end, and then suddenly it stops and doesn¡¯t appear for awhile.


    I¡¯ve been having this nightmare for about, hmm, I don¡¯t remember. Just a long time, as long as I can remember I¡¯ve had it.


    The really scary part is I don¡¯t remember what happens during it.


    I just wake up, drenched in my own sweat, breathing hard like I just ran a marathon, shivering like I just walk into the antarctic, and that''s not even the worse part, no the worse part is this  horrible sense of foreboding, that something absolutely, and incredibly awful thing is about to happen.


    Just thinking about the feeling, turns my stomach into knots.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    I¡¯ve thought about going to see a doctor or somebody about it, but I¡¯m not sure what I would say if I did go.


    Funny, how I¡¯m more scared of awkwardness of going to doctor and not knowing what to say, than I am of my infrequent nightmares.


    But onto the rest of my day.


    Woke up feeling like I always do when I get up. Sluggish and tired, I¡¯m not much of a morning person, but I got up and went on with my morning.


    Took care of my daily needs, ate some toast and cereal, then went to work.


    Work went smoothly today, no incidents or problems. Pretty boring actually, but I didn¡¯t mind It was nice for it to be quiet for a while.


    After work I did some light jogging till It got dark.


    I don¡¯t mind jogging, It¡¯s the only thing I do for a workout, but sometimes when I¡¯m jogging by myself, I have a couple friends who¡¯ll come jogging sometimes but they¡¯re irregular at best about coming so usually they just end up strolling, I''ll feel like I''m being watched.


    Anyway I got this feeling of being watched today, especially once I got close to the woods. But I really hope I just imagined it though.


    I tried my best to ignore it, but eventually I cut my jog short today before It could get dark.


    I didn¡¯t help though, even when I got home I could still feel something watch me as I got inside. I really hope it was just a dog or something.


    I managed to take my mind off it though with some Netflixs and ice cream, but I¡¯m still writing it down so I guess it¡¯s still bothering me, right?


    I about to head to bed now, but first I¡¯m going to double check the locks on the door and windows, maybe put a chair under the knob.

 Entry Three

    Entry Three:


    Hello Evan again.


    Not that it matters if I introduce myself or not, I¡¯m the only person who should be reading this.


    If you¡¯re not me reading this, I hope you know that doing so is not just a invasion of privacy,


    it¡¯s also rude.


    So anyway when I got up today I did a look around the house and my yard.


    I was looking around the house I didn¡¯t find anything out of place or missing.


    I didn¡¯t find anything that looked like anybody tried to break in or was around my house.


    Not that I¡¯d know if someone was around my house though¡­


    But hey at least I¡¯d know if they broke into my house, right? I at least hope so.


    It makes me feel better nonetheless.


    Any way once I was done, I ate some toast and oatmeal for breakfast. Always got make sure to eat breakfast everyday, need that extra energy for work.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Work wasn¡¯t as calm as yesterday but it wasn¡¯t that bad, and I got to see Haley wearing a very tight top. So that¡¯s good. But she notice me ogling her, but she didn¡¯t seem to mind and in fact she seemed like she wanted me to look. But that freaked me out a little, because she¡¯s a very private person. I thought she was going to chew me out good for ogling her but she just gave me a better view.


    Like earlier when she dropped some papers, in a way that seemed just forced enough for me to notice, she gave me an awful long and good look at her assets.


    Then an hour later she did it again.


    I could have sworn she''d been in a relationship for a couple years from what I heard from the gossip around the office.


    Haley¡¯s a pretty and very curvy girl, so you¡¯d think that the hearsay would reach my ears.


    Maybe she and her partner are swingers...


    But let''s not go down that rabbithole, she¡¯s like ten years my junior.


    Look but don¡¯t touch has been my policy with younger women, beside the cougars are where it¡¯s at anyway.


    So a pretty good workday I would say.


    Went jogging again today, but went a little earlier today.


    Didn¡¯t feel like I was being watched today so that¡¯s a plus.


    Tried to run about six miles today in a hour, but I burnt out around at the third mile and slowed down my pace. I¡¯ll keep trying till I can do it though.


    When I got home I ate a protein bar and drank some milk, then settled in to watch some more netflix''s, before I ate dinner. Alone¡­ My life is depressing¡­ Maybe I should get a cat and/or a dog..


    I ate a salad and some frozen chinese food.


    And now I¡¯m writing this.


    Soon as I¡¯m done writing I¡¯m going to double check my locks. Never hurts to be prepared, contentment is a slow death.

 Entry Four

    Entry Four:


    Reporting in Evan here.


    Still letting you know If you¡¯re not me reading this you¡¯re probably breaking the law¡­ probably.


    Nothing happened last night, so maybe I¡¯m overthinking this whole ¡°I may be being stalked thing.¡±


    Yeah probably, I may just be imagining the whole thing and I mean It¡¯s not the first time I¡¯ve over thought something or my imagination got to active.


    Like the time I was in Junior High and I thought I was the chosen one because of a mark that appeared on the back of my neck shaped like a star, but no that was just a prank by my brother.


    Plus why would someone want to stalk me? I mean I¡¯ve nothing that they¡¯d find interesting, my house is furnished to the bare minimum, my electronic¡¯s are like a couple years out of date, and my clothes¡­. Let''s say that disco has more life than I do have style.


    So made sure to eat breakfast, and take a shower with the rest of my morning routine, but before I left for work I found something on my doorknob. And I may have yelped a little, when I found It. I mean I thought it was like note from my schrodingers stalker.


    But no It turned out to just be a flyer for the new cult that sprung up like a year ago, I crumpled it the moment I found out what it was.


    I do not in anyway want to be involved in that cult. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Sure like a quarter of the town has joined them and they may have a million members country wide.


    But they¡¯re creepy as hell, and anybody who says anything bad about them mysteriously disappears.


    So I would stay the hell away from them whenever I saw them.


    I then went to work, and tried my best to not think about that cult.


    Haley didn¡¯t seem as interested in me today or was wearing a very tight top.


    But every so often she seemed to try to grab my attention.


    Like coming a little too close for comfort when I was at the vending machine or walking into to me by ¡°accident¡±, I really hope I¡¯m misreading the situation.


    Couldn¡¯t help but notice today though, she¡¯s wearing a new necklace. Didn¡¯t really get a good look though.


    Went jogging today and tried for as long as I normally do, to try and see if I would feel like I was being watched again.


    But good news, I didn¡¯t.


    Bad news, It rained.


    When I got done I went to grab some chicken.


    Then when I got back, it happened.


    I was walking to the door, and I open it.Then something zoomed into my house, and nearly knocked me over.


    I spend the better part of a hour looking for it, before I took a shower.


    It turned out later to be a old tomcat.


    When I found him eating my dinner, after I took my shower.


    Big, grey and battle scarred, and stole half my dinner.


    I hate him already.


    Whenever I got near him he would bite or hiss at me, that¡¯s how he got away with eating my dinner by the way.


    I had to eat the scraps he didn¡¯t touch.


    I¡¯ll probably call animal patrol tomorrow to get him out.


    But if I don¡¯t is this how you get a cat?


    I hope not.