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Friday, October 31, 2003


Day: 5
I can't believe I've been here for a week. Seven days ago I found this book, empty on the ground. I knew there was a reason I always kept a pen in my pocket. It is my writer's soul after all.
Weird Thing #1:
When I found this book, it had three words in it. Words that I know, but I can't understand. Tierenma Maenma Kaien. I feel them, echoing in my mind. In my dreams.
Weird Thing #2:
I say I steal food, but really, it's always there. The same spot everyday. It's like I'm some wild animal who is slowly being tamed. If he only knew how scared I was.
Weird Thing #3:
I know it's him. That man. He feeds me. He follows me. He must have written the words. Maybe he even . . . okay, no, that's another level of weirdness I'm not ready to deal with.
Weird Thing #4:
On describing how I got here: I HAVE NO IDEA. Really, you'd think I would. I should have some hint as to how it happened. But, I don't remember. One day I woke up and I was here. Well, seven days ago. A week. But, I just can't remember anymore. I can't remember things. Like my old house, or my old friends, all those little things have started to fade. And that is the scariest thing of all.

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