Paranoia

Diary: Day 25, August 25, 1986

I awoke in my room, it was dark and rusted, I was amazed, this wasn't my room. I looked around there was a small desk, I walked over to it and sat down, I found a scrapbook of somesort and I looked both ways, I opened the leather book and found it empty. I threw it back on the desk, and got off the office chair, before walking out into the living room, I heard a knock and walked to the door to find nothing, I sighed before looking back at a coffee table. A black hole over looked it and suddenly a mutation came out of the wall, looking at me screaming, I opened my mouth as the mutation climbed out of the wall, it slowly walked across the carpet, towards me. I stood motionless as it grabbed my hand and climbed up to my shoulder, I was too frightened to do anything. It then held it's other arm on my shoulder, and it's face was in front of me, it then looked into my eyes, before mouthing the words...HELP ME...I could hear it's silent voice, before I twitched and fell flat on the floor.

Diary: Day 27, August 27, 1986

Two Days ago was just a nightmare, I wasn't able to write for a while...I thought that I might need sometime away so I decided to leave the apartment. Oh my god. The Door was chained each inch by bars and locks and bolts. I tried to get out the window, but I found the window nailed down. I took a deep breath and turned on the TV. 'Today, a crowd of people have boycotted outside Washington to protest against the gun laws. Shots where fired into the crowd injuring 12 people and killing 9. One of the victims was a 3 year old with her parents, they were not in the boycott.' I switched off the TV.

Diary: Day 30, August 30, 1986.

These days have been killing me, I was about to call my friend to tell him about the whole door problem, it seems the phone line was cut. I walked outside and tried to turn on the TV to watch my favourite show, but the TV stopped working. I tried the radio, nothing...I was practically cut off from the whole world. I shouldn't have came here.

Diary: Day 33 November 2th, 1986.

I tried banging the windows, I tried banging the door, I found a peephole and saw my neighbour. She wasn't intresting to me, not in a sexual way, but she was important, 'cause she was going to help me get information from the outside world. 'Today, the next murder in the *Static* murders...was found in a University Lake.' Suddenly a