ENCOUNTER - 07/13/1991, Lei Jialin
07-11
I think I'm being stalked.
I can't explain it to you in a way that makes sense. I just hope you understand. You're good with stuff that's abnormal, right? So you can help me.
It started about a week ago. I was in class, me and my friends were picking on this stupid kid, having fun and goofing off. I'm not gonna pretend I was paying attention. Everything seemed fine, so this isn't caused by like, stress or anything, alright?
When we had to sit back down and shut up, I looked through the window since I had the seat closest to it. And I swear to you, there was someone there, looking back at me from a distance.
They just looked like a reflection, but when I turned around, nobody was there.
I brushed it off originally. I thought I was just seeing things, or that the weird goth girl the next class over was trying to play some prank. I thought about giving her a piece of my mind.
It kept happening, though. I'll write for a couple more days, and then I'll send this over so you can do something about it.
07-12
It's still happening. As I write this, I swear I can see him again... he's laughing at me. He's ġ̶͚̜̫̱̼̟̣͔͙͇̇ớ̴̧̏̐̌̈͐́̃̓i̵̧̭̲̥̞͍̠̻͍̣̓̽̒͗͂̽̾̄̍̈́͛̽̕ͅn̴͎̗̮̣̔͛̂̓g̶̜̺̮̞̣͙̤̥̋͜ ̸̢͈̤̞̪͑̀́͂̅̽̑̈́̑̈́́̓t̶̢̻͔̭̞͕̼̹̦̥̃̉͆̆o̶̭͈͉͉͍̪̺͕̺̫̠̟̯̅̍̄̃̕̚͜ ̷̙̞̱͇̅̇̌͛́̍̃͘h̵̛͉̹̜͍̜̦̤̊̈́̑̂̇͋̾͠u̸͙͈̇̈́͒͂̈́̍̇̉̈́̄̀̏͛̅͠r̸̡̢̛͉̦̱̦͌̓͒͑̑͘͝t̴̡̡̡̨̲̪̹̮͍̹̆̒̀͑̓́͘ ̴̢̧̤͙͕̹́̃̊̽̈́̎̀͒͊̿̆̓̌m̸̧̛͇̗͚̟̝͙͖̆͑̊̈́̈́͑̐͛̋̍͘ĕ̵̛͉̲̭̝̫̉̎̑̍͑̐̏̿͠ͅ.
I haven't been sleeping much. I feel on edge, like there's eyes on me. And when I dream, every image I see is of his face. I run in my dreams, I think I'm being chased, but I never escape. I feel like I'm in a loop I can't escape from.
I've started carrying around a mirror, because I think I can see him when I do... he keeps coming closer. Was this all because I picked on that stupid ṅ̸̡͔̙̣̈o̵͉̙͊͊t̸̨̲̹̤̀̂̈̆ ̴̞͎̜̆n̶̪̬̤̈͑̈́́į̷͆̃̈͗̐c̸̰͗͊̍̋̂͜é̴͔͕͇̣͗͛͠ͅ?
I don't want to die...
07-13
I think he's fucking with me. Toying with me until I can't fight anymore. I know he could do something right now, but he's enjoying this. And I don't know how much more I have in me. I don't know what's going to happen when I try to send this over today.
The last time I looked in a mirror, his hand was on my shoulder. He doesn't look right. Nobody else can see him, not even mom and dad. His eyes are a weird color... almost orange. I'm really scared. Please tell me, what does he want? How do I make him go away? I promise I'll believe in God again. I'll even stop bullying Warren.
Please, if you're reading this.... ḧ̵̦͙̩͚̣͈̱̱̽͐̆̇̅͋̀̽̅͊̕͜͝ȅ̵̢̡̬̟̱̝̖̠̻l̷̗̰͙̭͍͔̰̺̱̻̰͙̪̯̇͊͛̂͐̈̇̈́͆͝p̸̛̗̺͙̬̠̹̠̦̹̱̋̆̐̈ͅ ̴̡͙͔͎̱̠͈̪͙͍̺̀́̾̀̅̽̈́̈̄̔̚͠͝m̷͙͊͒͒̑̉̒̽̀͂̄͝͠è̵̝̿̽͒̽̈́̈̎ͅͅ.
July 14th, 1991
Hello. I apologize for all the trouble before. I have to admit, I simply wrote all of this for a bit of fun. School is going very well now, the reflections have completely vanished. Perhaps I was just hallucinating? I'll consider talking to a therapist about these issues. Regardless, all is well. You don't need to worry yourself over me. I fully plan to move on with my life in a healthy, normal way. I don't personally believe in the supernatural, anyways.
My deepest condolences for all the trouble.
Notes: A lost cause. A clear case of assimilation from The Faux. This was disturbing to read... The entity who wrote the last entry had various details not line up. First it claims to have made it up, then says it may have been a hallucination. It's like it's not even trying. Something about this scares me.