November 19th 2003,
I honestly don't know what is happening here anymore. He looked so real. So.. Solid. And the things he said, it all made sense. Somehow, I know that what he said was the Truth and everything else is lies. Lies.
Damn you and your lies.

I bet it's still watching me. I can almost feel it. Staring.
He told me about the Watchers as well but I'll be damned if I remember anything of it. I think I may have figured out why it's watching me. I shouldn't have seen some things I've seen and now it's haunting me with things I've yet to see.
Damn you and your lies.

It's been four damn days since it began. Sleeping at night is out of the question, not when it's watching. Sleeping in the daytime is getting harder as well. I used to be able to escape the dreams but evidently they're trying harder now. When he told me the Truth I saw why. Knew why. But they keep telling me lies. These fucking horrid, grotesque untrue lies..
DAMN YOU AND YOUR LIES.



..damn you and your lies..







November 19th 2003 - Night,
I think they might be closing in on me. It's unsafe here. Though I highly doubt it's any safer anywhere else. It's not that they're everywhere; I know they're not. They're just everywhere I am. Why didn't he come back already?

I suspect that they cought him. They did not want the Truth.

I cannot trust him anymore. I may very well be the only one left who knows the Truth. It's unsafe here. And there. I'd like to go home now. I'd like to see a face. Almost any face would do.
Haven't opened the door in three days now. Still got some food left. Plenty of water.
Hah. It's snowing. I hope they freeze to death. They really went at it last night. They would have gotten in through the windows if I hadn't already barricaded them. I'm still a step ahead. But they're getting smart. I swear I heard something up on the roof.
They're not getting back in.

G.