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November 8th, 2007
Hi, I’m Bobby Hinson. I don’t really know who she is. She started as nothing more than a hand smear on my window. I can’t see her face. I don’t know how she got there or why. All I know is that she’s there.
She appears to wear some sort of fabric covering over her body. She appears at my window only at night. To me, her face is black. When I get out of the shower, I see her face outside my window. Not just my window. All the windows around the house depending on where I am. That’s the main reason why I got curtains for my room. She creeps up on me. When I move left, she follows suit. Same with any other direction. It reminds me of those creepy paintings they have at those museums.
I thought only young children could see this kind of stuff. I’m 12 and I still see her. The memory of her returned when she did. I almost completely forgot. Although she didn’t appear as much as she has been recently. I even see her whole body in bigger windows in my house sometimes. It looks like she’s hiding something due to the fact she covers her body with fabrics that make it impossible to see her face.
I see her as a light reflection in my parents bathroom as well as mine. I usually light a candle when I do. It’s usually vaguely lit. I’m scared of what she’ll do to me in the dark. When I try to avoid her she whispers to me sometimes. Her voice. So raspy. So creepy. It’s like she’s demanding something. Sometimes I think it takes over my family members’ bodies because they act more demanding than usual. I’m starting to see her all the time. If you see her too please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d like to know that I’m not the only one.
You’ve just heard Bobby Hinson’s experience of some sort of apparition. Bobby has a good amount of friends, especially Richie and Rachel. A lot of other kids are under the same topic as Bobby as well. They each have their own way of explaining things. Let’s take a look at Richie’s first entry.
November 12th 2007
Hi, I’m Richie and I’m a little concerned about how obsessed Bobby is becoming about this ghostly woman he said he’s seen so many times. He’s starting to say she actually comes out to look at him. If you ask me, that seems like it’s taking it too far. I mean, throughout my life I’ve only seen it like two times and that’s it. I’ve talked to him three times since I wrote this and he says that she’s becoming more real and formatting than before, whatever the fuck she is. So I agreed to go to his house over the summer for a month. A lot of it had to do with Bobby’s parents too. They are concerned about him. If anyone else needs to reconcile with their feelings, shoot me an email: email@example.com.
With that being said, the main reason as to why Bobby’s parents had permitted Richie to stay for a whole month is because they’re hopeful that it would not only will it take his mind off it, but lower his hyperactive imagination.
The first night went well. They sat up on Bobbie’s bed, conversed, and read comics.
“Do you really believe that she can come out?” asked Richie, who’d decided to break the ice and ask the question.
“I hope not, she’s like the queen of the creeps,” Bobby replied. “I first saw her when I was 5 years old and she’s never stopped visiting me from time to time,” continued Bobby.
“What exactly do you think she is? Do you ever think you’ll outgrow her?”
“I just know she’s getting closer man. You’ll probably see her since you’ll be here for a month.”
“So we should look when and where then?” questioned Richie.
“We have to wait for her, she’s not automatically just there.”
Richie nodded. So they just waited. Soon it became night and Richie went to go get something to drink. When he returned, Bobby was in the same spot reading.
“Alright, I’m sick of all this waiting! I wanna see her!” exclaimed Richie.
“Well, I think the best we can do now is just go into the bathroom and give it another try with the dim candle. That way we have a chance of seeing her outline,” suggested Bobby.
“Alright. Let’s light the damn thing and get this party going.”
They proceeded into the bathroom, lit the candle, and turned the lights off. It took awhile. Into the first thirty minutes they swore a presence was among them. That was as close as they got for another hour and a half. Richie became bent on giving up. Bobby insisted he be patient. He knew that it wasn’t right for the apparition to just leave because of company. Not for one like that.
Soon it began to get eerie for some unexplainable reason. Richie was the first to call this out. Bobby suggested that it was simply basic anticipation due to the fact that they were waiting for such an entity to appear. Richie countered with the fact that he’s been feeling out of line, according to his own words. He also implied that he always feels always upbeat and proud of his accomplishments. Now, he felt like all that had been obliterated by some strange force.
About 10 minutes later, they finally started getting the feeling that someone was watching them. Then just like everything, in the idea of casual longing anticipation, she finally showed up.
At first Richie thought that it was his imagination for a brief moment. Then, after the outline he was seeing didn’t seem to veer off his nerve, he could tell that it was authentic. The lining of her dim figure singed into his mind. He never believed that he could feel such paranoia when he had waited.
They spazzed out in a frantic manner as they realized that she was beginning to get closer. According to the duo, every blink they produced seemed to have invited her to come closer. Her form didn’t come out of the mirror like it would’ve in a cheap cliché horror movie. It’s hard to describe the transaction of her position in a easy way to understand. All I can say is it was as if the whole bathroom walls and corners had bent to her will. For all I know, it could’ve been a mind trick from her.
Everything Bobby said about her was true. She looked like a widow wrapped in cloth. She doesn’t show her face, indeed. At least this was what probably went through his head. From then on it seemed as if the harmless creepy type curse phenomena was passed to Richie. It also seemed to be worse according to him. She supposedly visited him far more frequently more and more as time went by. Richie tried his best not to believe it but this didn’t work. Richie regretted ever going to Bobby’s.
November 18th, 2007
Hi, I’m Rachel. I think Bobby and Richie are being overly dramatic and ridiculous about this whole ‘lady standing outside the window thing’. I mean, come on, we used to play Bloody Mary in the bathroom and one of us would think maybe we saw her. Something mild like a strange figure shouldn’t be a problem. However, I will say that I’ve seen this sort of strange figure only about 2 times in my life and that’s it. It’s all just coincidental. It’s gotta be.
I’m thinking of calling up a meeting between us. This is getting out of hand. Over obsessing over something can be unhealthy. All the paranormal and demonically based documentaries have made an impact on my thinking of such things. But this is real life. No hoaxes going on here. I know they’re not committing themselves to a hoax because I heard they waited in the bathroom HOURS for this figure to show up.
If anyone has any more information for me, whether it be about these knuckleheads or about the figure, please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
One side of Rachel’s mind insisted that they’re overdoing it. Maybe she’s right. But there’s always a chance to be wrong. Rachel went into a trip with her father downtown. Her father was having a work meeting. She would’ve been at the salon or makeup store as he had his meeting. Rachel used her allowance to get her nails and toenails painted. Then she went to buy an ice cream.
After spotting one of her girl friends from school had a lengthy conversation, she sensed that something was watching her. Rachel, now nervous and confused, decided to ignore where it was coming from. Soon she sensed the location where the feeling emitted from. First it felt as if it was expanded from all sides. Now she felt the presence stronger infront of the ice cream stop. She tried her best to refrain from turning her head to look into she shop window. Regardless, the presence was too potent. She felt intimidated prior to it. When her eyes met the glass coverings, there was the hooded figure. Staring at her. She somehow was able to shake off the nuisance state of the presence and rolled her eyes, then walked off.
December 15th, 2007
Hi, I’m Damian. I want to let you know I saw her too. I see her a lot. I may not see her every night such as you or Richie, but she comes quite frequently. What do you think she wants? I really want her to go away. She’s been with me since I was four and she keeps on appearing. She used to appear only at night on the windows of my house, but now I keep seeing her everywhere I turn my head. What do you think she wants? Please answer me! email@example.com.
December 17th, 2007
Hi, this is Bobby to Damian. I know exactly how you feel. She’s starting to appear in places where she normally wouldn’t be. I’m not sure what she wants. Maybe there’s someone out there who knows. We need to find them. We need to end this before she gets closer. Me, Richie, and even Rachel, understand this. We’re glad you understand too. Too bad we can’t meet sooner. Could really use the company who shares the same accounts. I’ve been so stressed lately. Good luck. Write back to me if anything else transpires.
December 24th, 2007
Hi, my name is Sylus. I’ve been through the same thing as everyone else on this blog. I need her to go away. I can’t get her to leave me alone. She talks too much. I hear her say things. Most of the time I can’t understand her but the presence of her words are hideously attuned to my worries and fears. I’m starting to get frightened. I’m afraid of what will follow. Once, she actually was outside of her usual domain as we had my birthday. She even appeared in one of the pictures my mom took of me blowing out the trick candles. She whispers in my ear while I sleep. I wake up in sweats to find out the horror is actually real despite the dream. I do my best to not face the other direction as I lie awake. I’m too afraid to do so. I’m terribly frightened because of how far she got. She’s probably watching me right now!! She’s more than likely doing the same towards you guys. Good luck….. help!!
January 10th, 2007
It’s Bobby again. God. I feel her presence right now as I write this, actually. What thoughts cross your head as she speaks to you? Mine are downright horrid. Pure arid from any type of good feelings. I think I feel her coming closer. It feels as if she’s right next to me. All I can say is to beware. If I can feel her this much then all who read this can probably feel her too. Tread carefully and WATCH YOUR BACK! All who read this beware. We don’t know what she wants yet.
Richie saw her dozens of times a day it seems. Her with seemingly no face to reveal. Not yet. No face to distinguish her lifeless, soulless persona which strikes a pose probably above the earth. So who or what was she and what does she want?
Richie really wished he could stop seeing her. It was getting more terrifying visit after visit. It also rendered his daily life activities abortive. Bobby on the other hand, felt like she was now a part of him almost. Bobby just struggled as he mangled in the grasp of his ghostly foe. He knew it all came down to that one same idea. To discern what her drive is. This is where it gets interesting.
One night after that last entry, Bobby, who seemingly was prepared to bail out, was in his room lying while in agony about the various future possibilities with the dilemma. Then she spoke to him. Called his name. Seemingly out of reality, he got up and followed it. So much had already transpired, nothing could be a surprise at this point, so why bother?
Her first reflection attracted his gaze. Almost as if in a magical trance, he motionlessly stared and attempted to look into her unknown eyes. Almost not knowing it, his eyes filled with tears. Then a big surprise. The figure unexpectedly showed her hand. The skin was gray and pale. Her fingers on her hand were bony. He reached out. When it made contact, he felt the worst horror in his life. The evil and agony so real he could barely describe it. Almost submitting, he decided to split.
He went for the demon abolishing ritual. It was all he could fall back on now. After chanting and following the steps, it seemed to have worked. Until she came out of the reflection and grabbed him. An explosion of light emitted into the air. Bobby was now in the mirror. Bobby got a glance at her face while she pulled him in. She was hideous. No pupils in her eyes either. Like a cliché classical ghoul. Her face was shriveled up as if she had been drained. When Bobby was in the mirror she came out. Still no pupils. She looked younger.
When she turned her head she gave Bobby an evil smile. Now Bobby had no pupils. Bobby banged as hard as he could on the other side. Nobody heard him.
As Richie prepared for his daily visit, he was shocked to find Bobby in a strange manner in the reflection instead of the creepy hooded woman. There was something off about Bobbie’s reflection. It seemed as if his figure and skin were getting drained. He pounded on the other side, screaming for help. When Richie tried to help him, Bobby desperately grabbed Richie and pulled him. This was followed by an explosion of light, and by an exploded Richie. Pieces of him were all over the place. Organs, muscles, and flesh pieces. There’s not much to tell after that. Only that the daily disappearances, starting with the 4 on this blog, were found cut up and brutally butchered. They never found the killer responsible.
October 6th, 2017
With that story out of the way, we can get to the important facts. It’s just wonderful. It’s absolutely gorgeous. I can’t really describe it. If there’s a heaven I doubt it’s greater than this. Regardless, this is where we should all be. This is where you should wanna go.
I can’t write that long. She’ll be here soon. We don’t wanna upset her. Trust me, it’s a bad idea. Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Bobby Hinson. Now that we’re acquainted, let’s…. she’s here.
I’m going to go with her. Seriously, you should think about coming. There’s a lot of room. Regardless, I can hear her now. She’s coming. It’s really not that bad. Sure you’ll leave all you know behind, but this world is amazing. I feel tired. She said she’s going to show me another section of her world today. I can’t wait.
As for you….. I know what you’re thinking. You don’t know what you’re missing. She’s getting impatient. I’m not even sad you won’t be coming with me. Her world is huge. You’ll always fit there. Now that we’re acquainted, it’s likely we’ll pay you a visit. For some of you she will be new. You will like her.
She’s right behind me now. I’ve gotta go. See you soon.
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