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Okay, so I'm not sure how well you can see the picture even, but I promise you that that wooden structure in the background is tall enough that there's a ladder you have to climb to get into it.
The pale faced suit guy's head, like, is at the bottom of the roof.

I wish I had more time to be on the computer, but I've gotta do the "family thing" and watch movies or something.

It's been a while

My parents have been noticing that I've been acting a little secretive. I had to come up with some bullshit about a crush on some guy at work to cover it up. Great.

I've been seeing the guy in the suit a lot more lately. It doesn't seem like he's gonna make any moves, but it still makes me want to run and hide and cry in my room in fear whenever I see him outside. That stupid pale face against the night's darkness...
At least I haven't seen the thing with the claws. I got a picture of the area where the tall guy likes to lurk, but I can't get my camera to work well enough to take a night shot and there have just been all of these other complications.

I think I'm gonna try researching to see if there's anything about this... thing online.
I can't be the only person to have seen this thing. I'm not making this up.
I'm not hallucinating. I swear I'm not fucking hallucinating thanks to these stupid pills.

Suit Thing

I need to figure out how to work the settings on my stupid camera. I can't get it to take a decent night photo.
Not like I've seen that creepy tall thing tonight anyways, but if it comes by I want to at least be able to get a picture of it! Maybe I can show you guys what's out there.
I wonder why it just stands there watching.... God it's so creepy.

I swear I'm hearing something outside in the backyard.

I hope that's just the ac unit outside or something.

A New Thing?

I wanted to post last night, but Denny's kicked my ass...

Pulling up into my driveway scares me now, especially when I'm coming home at night. I swear there's something that likes to lurk behind my neighbor's shed. Last night I thought I might have seen something, but I bolted into my house as fast as possible and hid in my room on the other side of the house. It didn't follow me, or at least I didn't notice it try to come after me.

Whatever it was, it was tall. I mean, like, tall.

The Truth

Okay, so this is happening.

I'm making this blog so that I can get my ACTUAL feelings and thoughts out into the world. You see, my parents suggested that I start up a blog to help me vent in place of a personal journal because I already told them that those never worked well for me. Only With Sugar is the name of that blog, which I'm wondering if my parents will even get that I'm trying to tell them that I can't stand this stupid medication I'm on.

I've had depression issues for a while, and I've already gone through this process once of being put on medication for it. However, I kind of ignored the doctor's advice and just sort of stopped taking it after about a month. It wasn't helping, it was just making me tired and it was harder to think. I wasn't even really interested in starting up on any medication then(though I suppose I can see why my parents freaked out).

The thing that pushed them to take action(finally) was when I came in from the backyard one night freaking out, crying, and clutching onto my arm which was covered in deep scratches. They thought it was me. It most certainly was not me. I wouldn't have done something like that to myself. Sure, I was depressed, and I'd thought about self-harming and suicide... but I was always too afraid of the pain that would follow cutting myself and I'm scared of death. Well, I'm not really sure if it's so much that I'm scared of death as I am of what might be on the other side, if anything. And if there isn't anything... well... I just can't help but be terrified of that unaware emptiness....
But no.
Those scratches weren't from me.
But it's not like I could tell them the truth.

I don't honestly expect you to believe anything that I'm about to tell you, but I have to get this off of my chest and out of my head. I have to write about that pale, sickly, humanoid beast that charged at me with its horrifying growl. Its claws digging into my arms were the most painful things... Ugh, those knife-like claws...
I'm not even really sure how I got away, I just remember the feeling of not running nearly fast enough, crashing in through the door on wobbly legs and the wet feeling of tears on my cheeks and blood dribbling from my arm and onto my hand and legs.

That was about a year ago. And now I think it's back.