Old Scratch – Day Seven

I haven’t slept, but that didn’t stop him.

I think taking the lantern was a mistake.

I am so tired, and he won’t leave me alone.

I’m back on the coffee again, keeping all the lights on, and every now and again, I’ll see the endless shadow of his hat, or hear his shallow, scratchy breaths in my ear.

I took a shower to wake me up, and he was there. There was blood swirling in the drain every time I looked. My legs covered in deep scratches. I didn’t have the energy to scream or cry, I just tried to keep myself awake. The pain honestly helped.

I haven’t seen him, but I know that he’s here, somewhere.

I asked him what he wanted, but he just laughed.

I need sleep so badly, but I know I’d be at his mercy, and that he isn’t likely to be in a forgiving mood after what I did.

I thought I might get some fresh air, but I can’t remember where I put my keys, and the doors are locked. I tried to smash a window, but my arms would not cooperate.

It’s so hot. I can hear him next to me as I type.

“Little fawn…”

I have to stay awa

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