I feel... strange. Tired, I guess. There's these people that keep following me. Shadows in my room keep staring at me. Am I going crazy?!

I keep seeing people. That sounds normal I guess. But they aren't people, at least not any normal people I've seen. Their eyes glow like headlights and they've got monstrous fangs. They keep following me around. I looked out my window and there it was. I can't live like this!

Yeah indoors sucks really.

I was playing some Mario Galaxy when it happened. About half an hour ago I put down the controller and looked out the window. The shadow man is still there. It's getting late, I should go to wait. Shit. He's gone.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Where is it?! At least when he was stalking me I knew where he was!

Okay he's back. He reappeared a couple seconds ago. I hope he stays put this time. I'm not taking my eyes off of him so from now on I'll use a speech to text.

This thing is a shadow monster man. I don't really know what else to call it. It's been following me for two days now. It's dressed in a trench coat and fedora, like those shitty mobster movies from the twenties. You know the ones. Those movies were always so weird to me. Uh shadow man right. It's just been staring at me. On the PHS bus (5'3" with blue hair and red backpack anyone?), walking home, it's been following me. Always at a normal walking pace. It's getting late and I need to sleep. I'll update you guys if anything happens.

Are we telling bus stories? I got one. It starts a couple weeks ago.

I was standing outside of my house, waiting for the bus. I had just been accepted to this school and I was told to go stand outside. I stretched a little, yawning as I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. I open my eyes again and the bus is just... there. I step on, and take a seat. Everyone had blue hair and a red backpack, which I thought was strange but eh. What could I do about it? I sat down in an empty seat near the back of the bus, and the bus started to move. After a wave of nausea, I looked out the window. Big mistake, as it turned out we were floating in the void. I focused on something else, a reflective piece of metal on the floor. Someone told me to just relax and enjoy the ride. Soon enough, we were at the school.

But yeah, the bus is super weird.

I'll be making this a collection of the weirdest things I've seen hawked at the school store.

Alright, Item Number One: A tinfoil hat.

Supposedly it's made of pure tin foil and helps increase resistance to any sort of psychic attacks. I bought it and took it home with me, wearing it throughout the day.

I would not recommend this product. It kept squeezing my head and groaning. I took it off and I'm pretty sure there was an eyeball on it. I'm no expert, but I'm 99% sure tin foil doesn't have eyes.

This was directly taken from the sign next to it.

"Hey you! Yes you! The guy reading this! Yeah that's right I see you! You've got a problem. You're a psychic boy and you've got all these crazy powers. Unfortunately so does everyone else. But not to worry! This hat, made of pure tin foil will protect you from any unwanted intrusions! Just put it on and enjoy the solitude that you deserve in your own head! Refunds will not be granted and in purchasing this item you agree that it is not our fault if you experience any bleeding, nausea, headaches, paranoia, death, or brain control."

That last bit was tiny fine print. So anyway, anyone wanna buy a hat?

Moonwalkers? Could you describe these moonwalkers please?

Moving down the hall.
The carpet crunches beneath my feet.
A red stain on the wall.
A half eaten steak, abandoned on its plate.
A napkin, a fork and a spoon, longing for their companion the knife.
The knife is not here.
The bathroom.
A trembling hand reaches for the knob.
The door opens with a loud creak.
As the door swings open my eyes behold:
The steak knife, in his chest.
Red stains all around.
My body, on the floor.