Insomnia

May 12: I still can not sleep. This will be the third night in which I have been kept awake by this awful demon. It stalks me with its glowing red eyes from the doorway. It likes to make sure I know it is there. I am afraid that one night it will enter my room. My mother warned me of this demon when I was younger. This demon is the same one that haunted my mother, and it was this demon that ultimately killed her. I do not know why it has decided to choose me too after all these years, but I hope to beat it. I am too scared to talk to anyone else about this demon that haunts me in the night for fear that they will think I am crazy. But I am not crazy, I know I am not. I have tried to fall asleep in those previous nights, but every time I tried it would wake me up with its terrible cries. The more I try to drown them out the louder they become until I am the only one left screaming.

May 13: I do not know how much longer I can keep up with its games. It has finally entered my room, and I am becoming very scared. I can now hear its breathing. The ragged and wet breathing of this demon. It sounds as if at any moment it might drown, I sure hope it does. Of course, I know it won't. I get scared thinking that one night I too will drown in these sounds. All I want to do is sleep, but every time it prevents me from doing so. I want to try to get out of my bed to chase this demon away, but my fear overpowers my ability to move. It has become totally in control of me. I can't do anything without fear that it may notice. That it might do something to hurt me, and keep me locked in my bed forever. Maybe I will have the same fate as my mother. I do not know how else I can beat this demon.

May 14: My mother is sitting here with me on my bed. She is encouraging me to stay awake and keep fighting the demon. Don't worry, sooner or later it will go away, she tells me. Or maybe I am just hallucinating these things. I do not remember how long I have been awake but I presume it has been a few nights at least. In fact, I do not even remember the last time I got out of bed. It has become increasingly harder for me to do things. I haven't eaten much and going outside is out of the question. The only thing I can do is stare at the demon. Stare and stare until my eyes burn. Until I think they might actually fall out of my head. It has gotten closer to me. So close that I can see the outline of its ugly disfigured face. The taunting smile that it gives me full of razor-sharp teeth. I think it knows I am getting weaker, more tired because all I can think of is sleep.

May 15: I'm starting to confuse sleep with death. I think that if I sleep, the demon will go away, but I can not sleep. The only way to permanently get rid of this thing is from the sweet relief of death. I think quite often of death and how nice it must be. To not have to worry about something haunting you all the time. To be left alone in peace. I think this may be the only way of getting rid of it. But every time I think of death it starts to call out my name. Telling me that no matter what I do, it will always be there by my side. I have become very scared now. It has almost made it to the foot of my bed. I have watched this demon for so long it feels like my eyes are taped open. My eyes have become very dry and very tired. My whole body is drying out, trying so desperately to hold on. I do not know how much longer I will last. People have stopped visiting me but that is good. I do not want them here. I would not want them to know what is inside my house for fear they too will be haunted.

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May 17: I am trying my best to not breathe too loudly. The demon is on my bed now and I can see it slowly making its way toward me. Is this how my mother felt before it got to her too? Paralyzed to her bed, unable to move. Ultimately submitting herself to the demon. I have never felt such an intensity of fear like this before. I do not know what else I can do. I do not want to die. I need to pull myself together so I can get out before it gets me. Yes, that is what I will do. I will be so quick that the demon won't even know that I moved out of my bed. I can not think too loudly though because I have reason to believe it has the ability to read my thoughts. But I need to go, I can not wait any longer. I need to go before-