I am feeling run down but I’m not sure why. Hopefully I’ll get past this soon. I have a busy month ahead of me.
I can’t figure it out. Every morning I wake up more exhausted than the last. On top of that, breathing is a hassle, like it seems strained and I can’t get a full breath.
I am so tired. The only thing keeping me up is coffee and it’s definitely taking a toll on me. I woke up and every inch of my body aches. I know there is a storm front blowing in, but the body aches have never been like this before.
Every morning is worse than the last, every breath feels more labored. Worst of all, I have a giant bruise that runs from my left shoulder down to my left knee and I don’t know where it came from! I haven’t left the house in the past two days and I don’t remember falling down.
I think I almost died last night.
I don’t really know what happened but I woke up gasping for breath. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get any air in. I struggled to get to the bathroom to at least see if there was something physically wrong with me to explain it.
But there was nothing wrong that I could see except for the strain of choking e on my reddened face and the tears that streaked down relentlessly. I ended up falling on the floor and prayed that I wouldn’t die.
With the last shuddering stretch, a tiny sip of air made its way in. I gurgled as I tried to repeat this. Eventually, I could breathe again. The rest of the night was spent cleaning up the spittle that had dribbled out of me and showering the fear sweat off.
I was hoping it might be a one-time thing, but it happened again! I am going to the doctor to see what can be done about this. I don’t want to die on the bathroom floor!
Another evening of almost dying while gasping for air. I seriously feel like a fish out of water. I did make my appointment but the Doctor wasn’t much help. She said I might have a cold and I’ll just have to wait it out. If this keeps happening, I don’t know if I can live long enough to wait it out.
The whiskey is helping me relax.
How many nights has it been now? I feel so run down, like my soul is being slowly drained from me. Strangely, it only seems to happen at night, so I’ve taken to trying to sleep in the daytime. This too is taking its toll on me as I still have to go to work.
I did make it through the night without almost dying, so there is some light at the end of the tunnel. And I am beginning to feel better, not so run down. But I keep catching myself falling asleep in the most inopportune places. Hopefully I won’t have to keep this up for much longer.
Damn it, I failed. I couldn’t make it through the early morning and woke up strangling on my own saliva. But I saw something odd right as I woke up. I swear I saw what looked like the shadow of a man dart into the wall mirror. But since I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ll chalk it up to sleep deprivation. There isn’t a realistic answer for it besides that, right?
Good God, do I feel terrible this morning.
I saw the shadow man again.
Weird side thought, I’ve learned that if I don’t panic while I can’t breathe that the throat muscles relax I can eventually get a breath in.
Back to whatever the hell it was; it resembled a full sized, man-shaped shadow and it ran directly into the big mirror. I don’t think I would’ve seen him if I hadn’t stopped panicking.
Another night and it was there. It was right against my face when I woke up choking on something cold. I tried telling my family what I saw, but no one believes me. Even my job told me to take the week off involuntarily.
To be honest, I didn’t react well to this and I’ve taken to drinking more. I’ll need to curb this before it becomes a problem.
I tried to stay up all night in the bedroom so I could see where it came from and I almost missed it. Some sixth sense stirred me and I was able to catch sight of the shadow come out of the small mirror on the wall and move to the edge of the bed.
Its eyes! Frosty, sparkling pits that stared hatefully at me while a sense of urgent hunger permeated the room. It flitted past and strode through the larger mirror against the far wall. Even though I have never been so scared in my life, I kept my eyes on it the entire time.
I came up with a plan but it didn’t work. I flipped the small mirror toward the wall and threw a sheet over the big one. I figured if it couldn’t see in, it wouldn’t come in. But I was wrong, so wrong.
Because it came anyway. Its cold, clammy hands gripped my cheeks while its icy lips pressed against mine. I could feel myself growing weaker as this… this demon sucked the life out of me. I could sense its mockery as it released my face and left me fighting for breath.
I had to think of something to survive this.
I rented a motel room across town but it still found me. I don’t know how much more I can take of this.
I received a notification that my job had let me go; too many sick days. As if I missed work for something fun. Bastards. I got so mad I ended up shattering the bathroom mirror with an empty bottle.
Maybe this was the way to deal with it? Smash all the mirrors so it can’t get to me? I won’t know until the morning.