I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

YOU'RE GONNA DIE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!

YOU HEAR ME?

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, KEEP LOOKING THROUGH MY WINDOW, ASSHOLE!

YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!

I'M COMING FOR YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME INTO MY LIFE AND RUIN EVERYTHING I'VE WORKED FOR AND EXPECT ME TO JUST TAKE IT?

FUCK YOU!!!

I'M NOT BEING YOUR GOD DAMN VICTIM ANYMORE!

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, MOTHERFUCKER!

YOU HEAR ME?

I KNOW!

AND THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD'S GONNA KNOW TOO!

...............................................

you killed my partner...

YOU KILLED MY PARTNER, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, BITCH, YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!!

Drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink DRUNK

Wheeeeeeeeee, gotta luv tha gin. Ah luv mah gin.

Ah...ah normally dun drink it, bu...fuggit, yookno?

Hehehehehheheehhehhehe

Oh heeeeeeeeeeey, Mr. Slendy-Face, thar yooooooo arah, peekin thwo mah window. Whydontcha join the part-ay, man? Have a drink, on meh....

Hehehehhehe...

Ah seen tha commens...“OPEN THA DOOR, ZEEK!” an all that. Like...like its THAT eeeeeeasy. It aint. It aint. It aint that easy. Yoo dont kno. Yoo THUBNK yoo kno. But yoo dont kno.

Here, Mr. Slendy-Face, pull up a chaih and has a drinky-poo on tha house.

Ya kno...honest...honestly...i dun laake yoo. Yoo killed mah Lizzie...Ah luved mah Lizzie, she was mah...mah only one, and yoo jut wehn an...an yoo killed her. Yoo kill E-wick too? Ah bet yoo did, ah bet yoo killed E-wick tooo...

Mahbe ah sho...sho...should kill YOO. How bout that? Hows bout ah blow yoor fuggin head off? Yoo like that? Yoo like that ah blows yoor fuggin head off? Ah think yood like that...

Ahm gunna do that. Ahm gonna blow yoor fuggin head off. Juuuuust yoooooooooooooooooooo waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiitttttttt...

hehehehhehehhehehehehehhehheehehahhahhahahhahahahahahahhahahhahaha

Little Miss Lizzie
was having a tizzy
while eating her curds and whey.
A long Slender spider
tried to sat down beside her
but then I came and blew the fucker away

...That's the story I'm working on right now.

It's still a rough draft, but...I don't know, I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you?

Heheheheheheheheheheh...

Name, Ezekiel Strahm...date of birth...July 9th, 1983...parents, Mark and Mary-Pat...occupation, detective...

The more facts I ramble off, the more I remember who I am. The more I remember who I am, the less He can take from me.

I didn't have many friends growing up. The kids in school always used to make fun of me because I was the kid with the funny name. Ezekiel...I don't know why Mom ever named me that why the fuck would she subject me to that kind of ridicule...even after I told them all to just call me Zeke the insults the jokes the cat-calls they just kept coming kept coming kept coming kept coming kept coming-

He's staring at me right now. I can feel Him looking in on me. Leave me alone, man, just leave me alone, I didn't DO anything, I...

When I was nine, I got so fed up with the insults and the jokes that I snapped and one time during gym class Jimmy Cavaco pushed me against the folding chair stacks and they all crashed on to the floor and everyone laughed at me and I didn't say anything and I grabbed a folding chair and I started beating him up with it and he was crying and pleading with me to stop and I didn't stop and everyone was just staring at me and why didn't I stop and two teachers had to pull me off him and they told me I could have killed him and I didn't MEAN to kill him and that's when I learned I had intermittent explosive disorder and the doctor tried to help me but he never believed me when I told him what was causing it-

Leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone leave me ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME

They never listened. They never heard. They never believed me when I told them that a man kept coming into my room in the middle of the night. The Nightmare Man. The man who wore a suit and had no face and had arms that made it look like He wanted to hug me and He did hug me and He showed me these things and at first they were great but then they were not and He scared me and He knew it and He wanted to take me and I told my mom I said Mommy the Nightmare Man wants to take me away don't let Him take me Mommy but she did not listen she did not listen she did not FUCKING LISTEN!

STOP IT! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

…

One of my guns just went off.

HE'S HERE.

Saw Eric in the mirror looking back at me. When I turned around, he wasn't there.

I think I'm losing it.

Went to sleep last night in my bed on the third floor.

Woke up on my couch on the ground floor.

Have absolutely no idea how I got there...or what happened in between...

For two nights He's come to my window and for two nights we have just stared at each other.

Can't really tell what He's thinking since He doesn't have a face to help me out.

He never comes during the day, when I'm out and about. It's always at night. Can't really say I'm surprised, though. That's when He always came before...

I try and stay awake as long as I can, but I'm coming on day three now and I know I'm going to have to sleep at some point, otherwise, this whole thing gets that much worse.

I keep finding myself amazed at how well I'm coping with Evil Incarnate outside my window. In truth, I don't really feel...well, anything, except empty. Maybe I just don't care anymore.

But I can see this getting a whole lot worse before it gets better.

Let's try and prove me right.