October 1st, 2024
I don’t know what’s happening to me. It started small—a little itch under the skin of my left arm. At first, I thought it was just a bug bite. But then the itching spread. Now, it feels like something’s moving underneath my flesh. I’ve started documenting it to make sense of it all. Maybe this is just a weird infection. Maybe I’m overreacting.
October 3rd, 2024
The itching has gotten worse. I woke up last night to a searing pain in my arm. In the bathroom mirror, I saw it—something *pulsing* beneath the skin. It looked like a vein, but it was moving independently, wriggling just under the surface. I tried to ignore it, but my mind keeps racing back to that image. Whatever it is, it’s not natural.
October 5th, 2024
I showed Anna today. She didn’t take it well. When I peeled back my sleeve, her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand over her mouth. She insisted we go to the hospital, but I’m not sure if I want doctors poking around in this… thing. I convinced her to wait, to see if it goes away on its own. Now she’s been avoiding me. I can see the fear in her eyes every time we cross paths in the house.
October 8th, 2024
The thing under my skin has spread. It’s not just my arm anymore—it’s moving up toward my shoulder, and I think I can feel it in my chest. When I press my hand against my skin, I can feel it push back, like it’s resisting me. I’ve started hearing things, too. Whispers, hissing, coming from inside. It’s like it’s trying to tell me something, but I can’t make out the words. I know how this sounds. I know it. But this is real.
October 12th, 2024
I blacked out today. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of the living room, my hands covered in blood. I don’t know whose blood it was. Anna was upstairs, trembling, her phone in her hand. She said she almost called the police. I told her everything was fine, but I don’t believe it myself. I can feel it now, more than ever. It’s inside me, changing me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
October 15th, 2024
It’s taken over my face. I looked in the mirror, and what stared back wasn’t me. My skin has turned pale, and my eyes… they’re not my eyes anymore. They’re sunken, dark, hollow. Something else is looking through them. Anna tried to leave tonight. I found her packing a bag in the bedroom. She screamed when she saw me, called me a monster. Maybe she’s right. I don’t know what I am anymore.
October 18th, 2024
I think it’s almost over. I can feel it under my skin, crawling, reshaping me. My thoughts aren’t my own. Sometimes I hear myself speaking, but the words that come out aren’t mine. I tried to write them down, but they don’t make sense. Just fragments, broken thoughts, like someone else is using my hand to write. I’m scared. I’m so scared.
October 19th, 2024
I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I am. I can’t remember the last time I felt like…me. This thing inside me, it’s stronger now. It whispers all the time, tells me things. I think it wants to get out. I don’t know if I can stop it. I don’t know if I want to.
October 20th, 2024
I found this journal today. I don’t know why I’m writing in it. Maybe to keep my sanity. I don’t know what happened to my husband. He’s not himself anymore. He’s not human. When I looked into his eyes this morning, they were black, void of life, and his skin was stretched too tight over his bones. He spoke, but it wasn’t his voice. It was something else, something cold and hollow.
He came at me. I don’t know if he wanted to hurt me, or if he was just desperate. I had to… I had to do it. I found the gun in the closet. I didn’t want to, but it wasn’t him anymore. I don’t know what it was.
October 20th, 2024 – 10:35 PM
It took hours for the police to come. They took his body away, and they kept asking me questions. I told them everything, but they didn’t understand. They couldn’t see what he had become. They kept looking at me like I was crazy.
I’m alone now. I can still feel it in the house, like it’s lingering. I don’t know if it died with him or if it’s still here. Sometimes, when it’s quiet, I think I can hear it. A whisper, hissing, coming from inside the walls. I think it’s looking for a way out.
I’m locking this journal away. I don’t want to remember. I just want to forget.
October 23rd, 2024 – Anna’s Entry
I haven’t slept in days. Every time I close my eyes, I see him—*it*. That twisted face, those empty eyes staring back at me. The house feels different now, colder, like the warmth left with him. I’ve tried to move on, to tell myself that it’s over, that he’s gone, but…I can’t shake this feeling. Something is wrong.
I woke up this morning with an itch. Just a small one, right under my skin. It’s probably nothing. Stress, maybe. But when I looked at it in the mirror, my stomach twisted. It was a small bump, barely noticeable, but when I pressed on it…I could have sworn it moved.
I’m just being paranoid. That’s what I keep telling myself. It’s just in my head, leftover fear from everything that happened. I need to calm down. I need to rest. But there’s this…noise. I keep hearing it at night. A faint whisper, like it’s coming from inside the walls. It sounds familiar, but I can’t make out the words.
I need to sleep. Maybe then this will all stop. Maybe then I can forget.
October 24th, 2024 – 2:47 AM
It’s not just in my head. I know that now. I woke up with my nails bloody. There were deep scratches on my arm, like something was trying to claw its way out. And that itch—it’s spreading. It’s all over now, crawling beneath my skin.
I think it’s inside me. I think… I think it found a way.