Through the Looking Glass part 2

One thing that stood out to me was the silence. No birds, no wind, I even ached for an eerie whisper or two. But there was nothing.

I walked and walked for what seemed like forever on a never-ending road in a place that seemed to be out of a drug addict's surreal nightmares. I wondered, chillingly, if this was my fate.

The thought alone made me nauseous, and I struggled to not vomit. It took a huge amount of effort, but I managed to push down the bile and press on.

Then came the music. Any sort of description fails to truly encapsulate my relief and terror. I bum rushed forward, running towards the steadily building of notes and chimes.

I should have known better, I did know better, but when you're desperate, you go to the first ray of light. In a clearing, right where the road ended and a large clearing began. The music there was the loudest, but there was nothing and no one there.

There were lyrics, I could hear the words clear as day, but as of now I'm struggling to remember them. But I felt a bone chilling fear, even more powerful than before, creep into me.

I backed away from the clearing, small step by small step, and I would have run had I not tripped over something. In that split second the singing stopped. I lost my balance, regained it, and saw a pastel, glass sugar bowl.

It was like a blessing to see something so bright and happy in a place like this. But I wasn't stupid--something this good probably had something horrifying inside. I could have put it down and found another solution.

I stress the word could. I didn't.

Instead I lifted the lid and found, much to my surprise, not a small puddle of blood or a shape shifting black ooze, but candies that were as cheerfully colored as the bowl. They looked like they were begging to be eaten.

If this was a joke, it wasn't funny.

Through the Looking Glass part 1

I took some time off to gather my thoughts. A part of me still can't believe what just happened, but it did. At this point I honestly shouldn't be surprised.

On April 30th I went up to my room, changed into my pajamas, and saw something in my mirror. Laying on my vanity stool was a Venetian mask staring at me intently. I turned around, but there was no mask there. The hairs all over my body stood up. It was happening again.

I blinked, and then there were two masks. I held my eyes open for as long as I could, but I finally blinked a third time: three elaborate Venetian masks were now hovering in midair behind me from the mirror. I took a few fatal steps towards it, looking back each time to see that none of them were behind me. Without knowing how or why, I reached out and let the tips of my fingers ghost the surface.

In hindsight, a terrible idea.

Two hands reached from the mirror, grabbed onto my wrists and pulled me with the force of a god through it. I can't tell you the fear I felt, or the water-like sensation that comes with stepping through reflective glass.

But I can tell you that I was on the other side of a mirror, terrified out of my wits, and on a forested road surrounded by trees. The mirror was gone, and I was alone.

Let me take that back; I wasn't I never was. I was being watched the entire time.

I swallowed my tears and walked down the road.

Out

I'm out. oh my god I'm out. I can't belive it. i'll tell everything soon I'm just so grateful and drained. Today's my birthday. they let me go on my birthday. thanks I gess.

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ǝʌᴉlɐ ǝq llᴉʍ I ɯǝɥʇ ʇɥƃᴉɟ llᴉʍ I llɐ ɯǝɥʇ ʇɥƃᴉɟ llᴉʍ I pǝɹɐɔs ɯ,I ʇnq ʇno ʎɐʍ ɐ ɹoɟ ƃuᴉʞool ɯ,I uɐɔ I ɟᴉ ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno ʇǝƃ oʇ ʇɥƃᴉɟ ll,ᴉ ǝɯ ǝʌᴉƃɹoɟ ǝuᴉɹǝɥʇɐƆ sʇᴉʍ ʎɯ ɟo ʇno pǝɹɐɔs ɯ,I puɐ ǝɯᴉʇ ǝloɥʍ ǝɥʇ ǝɯ ƃuᴉʍolloɟ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɔɐld sᴉɥʇ uᴉ pǝddɐɹʇ ɯ,I ʇno ʇǝƃ ʇ,uɐɔ I sɹoɹɹᴉɯ ǝɥʇ uᴉ pǝddɐɹʇ ɯ,I

Happy Birthday, Florence!

25 years and counting, girl! I'm so proud of your and all your accomplishments! You're moving on up in the world and we're happy to see them all.

Nothing bad happened, thankfully. I smiled through my fear and refused to let it take over my life.

But I did see it in the corner of my eye...watching, waiting.

Bring the Fire

I've been gone for a while, I know. I've been wondering if I should even keep blogging about this...thing and what it's doing to me and everyone around me. The doctor won't listen to me, the police won't listen to me, I feel like I'm going insane.

Maybe that's what it wants.

But I won't let it win. Florence's birthday is soon, and I'm not going to be a coward.

Snow in Spring

It's snowing today. Not that uncommon, but still very irritating. I was hoping that winter would get the hint and come back in a few months time.

But I got this got anxiety in me, like a black hole being born that would take my organs. I took a warm bath, drank some tea, but nothing helped.

I don't think it's finished with me.