help

I can't do this anymore. Not after what happened just a few nights ago, the dark is coming as the sun has set, and I do not know if I will live another night. So much strange stuff has happened that it has made me fear fo my life and my sanity.

I don't really know where to begin, everywhere I go I could encounter HIM/THEM, I'm no even sure of what I sw anymore. All I know is that it should not have been there. Not in my room.

I THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL IN MY HEAD!

I thought it was all in my head, in my dreams just my subconscious, lowest circuit8 of my head and my human conscioussness messing with me. I should have known better.

On new years eve I did not dream, and ever since new years eve I have hardly slept at all, every night a terror of infinite darkness, static images of madness and the vast, uncompromising chaos that lies just beyond mankinds ability to grasp, I really understand what ignorance is a bliss means now. I spent last night in the hospital. And I am not sure If i even slept at all, o just wandered up and down in my room in a dreamlike haze. I Now need to Question my sanity, for I heard nUmbers whIle walking up and down, like on a radio with poor reception. Some happy melody kept being repeated over and over and over and over and over between these numberS and occasIonal leTters, always a fake sounding vOice would say them i na monoTonOus Rythm.

The noight before I had some kind of epiphany late at night while lying half asleep in my bed. And after I reached for my phone and had begun to record I saw...THEM!

The men from my dreams, they were in my fucking room at the door as if nothing  they did should be noticed. I tried to yell, but suddenly I could not breath, I could hardly move and images flashed before my eyes. A suit, my old black suit and my old tie and the sunglasses I had planned on buying a few months ago. and more, some kind of empty room, a man on a chair. It was Michael, with blood on his hands that slowly ran from his wrists. A childs voice kept chanting "down the street not across the road". I turned around and saw.

It cannot have been, It should not be.



It was ME.

I guess a feW years older. I wAs injured, badly injured, I had bandageS Across myface and an eyepatch with some symbol I did not recognize on. I had many scars that went across my face and carried some type of waepon. At this sight I snapped backtoattention and went about trying to get up.

I told the THING/S that were in my rooM to leave both in swedish, english and german I think, bUt one of the them Suddenly appeared and lEaned over me and started choking me, and placeD on finger on the middle of my forehead. At this point I tried to breathe but passed out and saw it all from above. I heard a coarse, old sounding voice that felt like sanpaoer say: "versager".

The next thing I know I know my mother, father and paramedics were helping my, apparently I had some sort of seizure that night and they called an ambulance.

It was not a ucking seizure, I had a fucking bruise on my forehead this morning. It is gone now so you cannot see it anymore, but I keep having this stinging sensation in my neck. I am tyoing this quickly in fear of another "visit" tonight. I will upload all the footage on my phone as soon as I can.

I eel sick now.