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Midnight Rendezvous-Entry 23

Been reading through Jan's diary for a while. It seems that he only picked up diary-writing quite recently, coz the date seem to start about a month before he started going MIA on me.

And the words were really jumbled and freaky at best.

Here's some that I think were the freaky ones:

"Been feeling extra tired lately, must've been that crazy ride George and I had. Better keep my dick in check next time"

Funny, I don't see you complaining about our sex romp back then. What's with the complaints now?

"Had this sudden cough all of a sudden, and none of those cough syrups from the drug store seem to work. Getting me high is more like it. Crap, I better not get the flu. I'd hate to be blamed for getting George sick. Gotta schedule for a doc's appointment soon"

…He's right. I would blame him.

"Been having this odd dream. I can never recall how it started or how it ended, but this symbol always seemed to be the center core of it, sticking in my mind"

He drew the crossed-out circle at the bottom of the page, the same one he splattered all over the room when I found his body.

"I found out the more I hang out with George these days, the more tired and agitated I become. Maybe I should take a break from her for a while. I'm sure she'll survive without me for a day or two"

This is the time he started MIA on me. But me? Making him tired and agitated? Am I that troublesome?

"I'm starting to see things. Outside the window, from the corner of my eyes, behind the trees, within the shadows and corners, even sometimes at the foot of my bed. And the symbol is getting stronger and stronger in my mind. What's wrong with me?"

Seeing things? What?

"The symbols…won't stop…Keeps coming…need to draw them…Need to get it outta my head…"

"He's here…He's here…Watching me…Haunting me…Telling me things…Oh God, make him go away…"

"PleasegoPleasegoPleasegoPleasegoPLEASEgoPLEASEgoPLEASEGOPLEASEGOLEAVEMETHEFUCKALONE!!!"

"George, you shouldn't be here…"

"Oh God, it can't be…it can't be true…It can't be…Not him…Not her…I can't believe it…I WON'T believe it…"

"One little, two little, three little Indians. Four little, five little, six little Indians. Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians. Ten little Indians DIED" Then a couple few more nursery rhymes that he sorta edited himself with the words 'died', 'killed', 'stabbed' and other crazy shit, then a long blank before he wrote at the bottom of that page saying "Don't kill me".

The freakiest part was that he left the next few pages blank save a few random doodles of the symbol here and there, and at the last page he wrote these in huge letters:

"GEORGE DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?"

That was super freaky. It's as if he knew I was gonna read his diary or something.

He couldn't have…right?

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