I’m going to write these monthly journals for now. I know since the last time I wrote the little thing about my….. watcher, I don’t have a good name for her yet but I’ve felt better getting it off my chest. For the few people who choose to believe me, I know it sounded crazy regardless of who I told, some told me to change up things to see if I’m just imagining it. So I did. I’ll keep the changes short since it was just two things.

First one was the dogs, the BIG thing people told me to change. I put them in a different room, the white dog doesn’t appreciate that change but it was just going to be a week thing. I went as far as closing my door to make sure I don’t hear any outside noise coming from the roommate as well, typical things like distant TV noise. The other thing was shutting the fan off, reasons possibly you have already figured out. I… I want to be sure I know what I’m hearing from this thing, even if it’s supposed to be a lullaby to relax me to sleep.

On the first few nights after getting the advice I couldn’t sleep, I was afraid to fall asleep and hear something way different then what I was hoping to hear. On night one there was nothing going on, the thought of maybe it was all in my head circled around and at a moment I was almost convinced that’s what it was. Night two was easier, I got bored so I looked up scary stories to listen to on my tablet. My alternate way of thinking was if I heard anything I might get a better look at my watcher with the light.

Night three on the other hand made me feel uneasy. It was around one in the morning and the video had just ended. As I started to drift into a slumber I heard something very faint from the far corner of my room. A deep voice that just continued as I fell asleep so I made nothing of it, but when I woke up an hour later I heard the voice again, it was louder and without the white noise I heard it.

“Tick-tock….. Tick-tock.”

It was a man’s voice for sure and I stayed awake for as long as possible. Eventually it went silent and all I could hear was the house settling. By the morning I checked where I thought I heard the voice come from and saw only clutter of boxes and a chair block the path so I shrugged my shoulders and put my mind to rest. It wasn’t even the voice I was listening for and thought it off as just a mind game on myself. Though it did get me to think about getting a recorder or camera ready for the next night. What luck I had pay day in one more day. However I wish I had the money and camera sooner.

Going through with my new ritual I chose to change it up and watch something light hearted and hear the best of “Whose Line is it Anyway” on Youtube, thinking the deep voice was created through the scary stories I heard. Fair enough to think that right? I found a video that lasted over an hour and I was sure to try again falling asleep around the same time just to confirm a few things, most importantly to see if whatever talks to me as I fall asleep is a timed event. I didn’t even last that long, last thing I remember was one of the members of the cast dreading the ho down song and I passed out. By the time I woke up the room was pitch black, silent like a morgue, closing my eyes I shook my head and started to write off the voices as imaginary. Then I heard it in the far part of my room.

“Tick-tock….. Tick-tock.”

Unlike the first voice though I was curious, a curiosity that woke me further to wonder why is it making a ticking song like a clock, but I was starting to fear this new voice at the same time. To play it safe I started to pretend I was falling asleep, I kept my eyes closed and started heavy breathing like I was relaxed. In the time it took me to relax again a new sound of a footstep towards me squeaked, followed by the voice getting louder again.

“Tick-tock….Tick-tock”

The voice was very low, like a growl almost waiting to attack. I inhaled from my nose to try and stay calm, my mouth started to twitch and my head itched making it almost impossible for me to act asleep. Another breath to calm down caused my right leg twitched at the calf tossing the blanket up a few inches before slowly settling down on my body again. Another footstep was heard as the voice got louder.

“Tick-tock…. Tick-tock….”

It seemed like it took a big step for at that moment I started to hear heavy breathing, not from me from whatever the hell that thing was, slow but loud drawn out breaths through the mouth started to sink more fear into my psyche. My own breathing started to shake as it was closer, the fear made me sweat badly that my body got so hot. I shot my left arm out to cool off, the arm closet to the voice. It was a risk I was willing to make and for a brief second it worked as my breathing relaxed. A thought popped and I focused on that, it’s all in your head. The idea started to repeat trying to sooth me into a secure moment but it was dashed away as I felt this icy grip on my left arm.

“Tick-tock…Tick-tock…”

The idea was wiped away quick as I felt the cold grip of long bony fingers wrapped around my wrist. It was so cold that my arm went numb within a matter of seconds. In a weird twist of fate I hadn’t felt the left side of my body that cold since the accident last month. I could feel my arm get raised and examined as a finger drew its way from my wrist to my shoulder. With each brief moment it slide one finger over my veins it flicked at fork and continued, for what reason I don’t know. All I could do was hope it would go away.

“Tick-tock….Tick-…”

I felt the mattress shifted as the person crouched over my body, I felt pinned against it. The deep breaths were now venting on my face to the point where I felt a light misting rain down onto me. I swallowed some saliva as quietly as possible now on the verge of tears thinking this was it, this is how I leave this world and what it said made me want to do something drastic.

“You’re still here….. You still hear me…. You should be gone from this world…. Your time should have ended that night…”

His voice was inches away from my ear. With each word my chest shuttered and feeling of being trapped under him made me whimper silently, I felt like death was ready to take me away and I wasn’t ready to accept it, not like I was that night. My own body betrayed my acting as moans of sadness escaped my lips, my eyes, god I wish this didn’t happen, opened up to see a pair of artic blue eyes stare back into mine, the malic it had made my lips quiver and led me to cry quietly. It was all I could do. No words, no pleads, no hope could help me convince the eyes otherwise. The haunting color made me want to call out for someone or beg that this was a nightmare.

“Shhhhhhhh, it’s alright.”

Tears blurred my vision as the female voice chimed through the silent wails. I tried to look at her but couldn’t look away from his eyes, all I could do was clamp my own eyes shut. Slowly the breathing backed away and the footsteps were heard going away. No ticking sound from the person, just creaks back to his starting position. I opened my eyes so the tears could stream to my ears for a clearing my vision to see her hand reach down and press a warm finger over my lips.

“It’s alright young one, it’s not your time.”

Her soothing voice relaxed my body while her finger raised up and wiped away the tears. My voice squealed to make words but before I could say anything I blacked out. When morning came around I sat up in a panic and looked around my room, my eyes scanned to see if anything was different, if it was possible someone was waiting for me to lie down and attack. Nothing to signify anyone was in my room late last night.

I’m am now in a state of fear with whatever the hell that person was. But I’m convinced that I was destined to die that night I even went as far as to see if what had happened that night would repeat itself. Nothing came nor did I want to know if it did. I’m submitting this now before I go to see a psychiatrist and get my camera. If I do have any parting words, if this is the only other entrée I make let it be known that my watcher is more of a protector. I’m just wondering now how she drove him away.