While You Sleep... Do you happen to know the time? Yes? Well... How about when you sleep? Can you tell me that? What exact time do you fall asleep and wake up from it? How many people are awake while you sleep? It's almost like you have the easy #life. You sleep, others are awake. But, at the same time, you have the hard #life. While you are awake, others are asleep. Dreaming about upcoming events. Oh, did you not know? I can tell by the expression on your face that you do not know what I am talking about. Yes, indeed all dreams come true. But, will we be around to see them? To experience them? Like that time you had that dream that you were falling. Falling and nothing or nobody to save you. Nothing to grab onto. But when you wake up, you are safe. But, dont worry. It will happen soon. You WILL fall to your death. You WILL know true fear. All in your head, everything seems true. Did you really just daydream about hitting that person, or did you actually do it? Did you just dream of daydreaming? Or did you daydream of dreaming? This all makes since, doesn't it? Maybe not in YOUR head, but maybe in anothers. Or, maybe it doesn't, doesn't it? Tell me this, do you dream of salvation? Come on, tell me the truth. No? Well, thats ok. I already know you do. Thats right, I know what you dream about. I bet you dont believe me, but I know, don't I? #life is full of do's and don't's, isn't it? Yes? No. No is the correct answer, yes? Like I already said... No.

Day 41 There have been rumors of a certain spirit that haunts certain places in the world, and goes by the name of "Antil Johnson". Nobody knows who this "Antil Johnson" is, and even the police have gotten involved with the case. They have searched for anyone by that name and have found nothing. All they could find was the rumors of it. But recently, they have found an exerpt from a journal. It has been torn to where only the end of it is available. Here is an excerpt from the journal... Day 38, There aren't any windows or doors. Its all cement. Even though I can't get out, Im not scared. It's strange. I actually have a feeling of security, of feeling safe. I felt so safe. Until... until I heard it. The sound. It's throbbing in my head. Way worse than a headach. It feels like it's going to pop my eyes out of their sockets. It happens in intervals. I've counted the minutes between each one and the time between each one decreases by 3 seconds. Its at 15 minutes between each phase of the sound now. I think I will sleep in the corner. Day 40, I woke up and figured it was a new day. At least, thats what I think. The throbbing stopped today for some reason. I haven't heard the sounds since yesterday. It's a relief and I feel safe again. Too bad nobody else is here with me to talk to. I have resorted to drawing pictures and talking to them. I dont mean to, I just feel like they are calling my name. From my head, that is. It's all from my head, right? This must all be a dream. I must be at home, in bed, sleeping like a baby. Oh God... I just noticed a name of somekind carved into the cement roof above me. It says "Antil Johnson brought you here...". Who is this "Antil Johnson"? Oh well. Maybe I will just draw what I think he would look like in my notebook. I'm going to try to rest tonight. Day 41, I woke up at what I feel like is midnight. I feel the urge to leave my mark on this place. To let the next person know that I was here. Somehow, there was a rusty nail that just appeared on the floor in the middle of the room. That will be perfect to make my mark! I picked it up and began to carve "Mike Francisco was here" into the floor, right under the other persons mark. Done. I was done. It was perfect. I... was perfect. I am done here. This is all going to end now. Just, hope you don't become like me... Good Riddance -Mike

Cold Notes Dear Brady, This was the day. The day I finally get to meet him. He was my inspiration to for what I did. What I did to that man in the alley way. He deserved it anyways. The way he treated that woman, just didn't sit right in my stomach. Anyways, I finally get to meet him! He always signed his letters with "-D". I dont know who "-D" is, but I will find that out tonight. He told me to meet him in the same alley way I found his first note. For some reason, I feel like this will be a cheerful reunion! Like i said, he was my inspiration! Well... it's 123 right now and he said he would meet me here at 120... I guess i'll wait a little while longer... It's 2:47 and I haven't seen even a trace of a person anywhere! I am growing very inpatient. I began to scratch the inside of my wrist because i am so nervous. I have been for about an hour now and bits of my flesh are peeling off and getting under my fingernails. HE FINALLY CAME!! He came to see me! But... I could also see myself. I was on the ground in the alley way. There was a blood puddle next to me and my arm was laying in it, like a hollow log in a stream. But I didn't worry about that! I was too exited that he came! He was wearing a black robe with a hood, so i couldn't exactly make out what he looked like. Although, he was very tall. About 6"5'. He also was very lean. I thought that he would just fall over. But, he didn't. All he gave me was another note, but this time it was freezing cold and a dark shade of gray. I unfolded it to reveal it's mysteries. But, when i did, i realised that there was nothing on the paper. I looked up at him and he leaned close to me and whispered in some language i have never heard before. Then, glowing letters appeared on the paper! They were very bright and I could barely make them out. All I could see was "...revenge of the dead..." And "...your time to join us is now...". Then, I looked at the name only to notice that it was a full name now. It read... "-Death"