I honestly don't know where to start. It's been a long, painful month.
Something went horribly wrong since James last updated.
After that, everything started picking up even worse than we could have imagined.
James wasn't able to sleep for almost two weeks, only getting sleep during class. Every time he slept at home, or just at night, he would wake up to something choking him, scratching him, biting him, whatever. Most disturbing though is what I think sent him over the edge. He came to my house, having skipped school that day. This was about a week ago.
He was crying, shaking, overall was severely traumatized.
For a while, all I did was try to calm him down. I didn't want to pressure him into telling me what had happened.
Eventually, he calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence. After he told me, I had no idea how to comfort him.
His parents are on a trip for his dad's business. They're gone the whole month, and wont be back until the 3rd. James has been home alone for that whole time, I guess his parents thought that since he's turning 17 he's mature enough to take care of himself.
In other words, it gave whatever it is that's following James the perfect opportunity to do whatever it wants. And that's what happened.
James fell asleep at around 10 that morning, and woke up to the thing choking him. But only this time, he told me he could actually see it.
He said it was the foulest creature he could imagine. It was vaguely shaped like a man, though it was severely deformed and had scales and tufts of hair interspersed across its body, as well as a boar's tail, and horns. He said his face looked like a dog, but it's eyes were solid black.
He shivered still, and started crying again. I've known James for years, and I've never seen him cry.
"I cant do it anymore. I cant deal with it."
He left after that. I tried to make him stay at my place, but he insisted that he go back home. He said his aunt would be over to check on him.
But then today happened and I just don't know how to handle this. Rose and Will are just as worried and sad as I am.
We went to James' house today after school. He hasn't been at school all week, hadn't answered any of our calls or texts, or even opened them. Needless to say, we were all worried sick.
None of us were prepared for what we found.
James was sitting there in his living room stock still, smiling at us as we walked through the door. Only that smile wasn't James. It stretched over his face too widely, too superficially, and it didn't reach his eyes.
When Will walked in, he took one look at James and froze.
"That's not James. I don't see James in there anymore. He's gone. It took him too."
The thing in James' body stood up. It laughed.
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