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11.4.99
Day Twelve: I think his fascination
for killing me is reaching it's peak. Nothing could be more sinister
than trying to smother somebody by filling their room with inflated
condoms. In the drawing I found today, it appears that he wants to fill
my room to full capacity with inflated condoms while I sleep. He didn't
even get my bed right this time. I
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More noises and carrying on occur in his room nightly. He's also started watching David Letterman. Now I KNOW he's been enslaved to do the devil's work...I could find nothing yesterday. Maybe he was too busy to think about killing me that day. I can't be sure. He's got me second guessing myself at every turn now. Strange markings have appeared on the doorframe to my room, and I could swear that the odd stench coming from his closet is that of a dead rat...or perhaps a poodle. He never was fond of poodles...I can't blame him there. I can't stand the damn things either. Is it a bad thing that I agree with him on this? I'm so tired...it's getting harder to concentrate... Day 1 :: Day 2:: Day 3 :: Day 4:: Day 5 :: Day 9 :: Day 12 :: Day 27 :: Month #3 Cast :: Diary :: Credits :: MBGSR's Diary :: Email :: Guestbook Our Heroine :: The Threat :: Support
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honestly don't know what universe he's operating from within, but it sure ain't this one. I went out and purchased a huge hatpin earlier today.
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