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