The days are passing by so weirdly I don't know what day it is anymore.
It doesn't matter, I doubt I'll make it much farther in school anyway.
I've been blacking out lately, waking up to find more pictures on my walls, more people from all over town are falling into comas, I don't need to look through the wall of pictures anymore to know they're up there.
I think I'm going crazy, sometimes I think I see the pictures are moving out of the corner of my eye.
I'm scared.
I wish....
Nothing I can do now...
Wishing doesn't make things get better, it just gives you false hope.
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HorrorI wrote this with my girlfriend. This is a rough draft. Young Casey gets a new camera for her fist semester of college and things go south fast.
