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wall behind me as if
it were desperately trying to run away. I pushed gently on the door
and inch by inch it began to open. As more light poured in, the
louder his laughter got. It was unviable to turn back now. I gave
the door one final shove. The door swung open and nothing but white
light gushed into the little room. I shielded my eyes until they
adjusted. The man of my nightmares was laughing insanely. The light
dimmed and I saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was him, the
bastard that has haunted me for as long as I dare to remember. His
laughter quieted and he just stood there smiling.
    It was like
looking into a mirror. I slowly raised my hand to see if my
doppleganger would do the same. The pale double mimicked my
movements but it was greatly delayed. He grinned even wider and
chuckled as he raised the same hand as me. I took a closer look at
his hand. It was clenched into a fist, covered in blood. And
hanging from his hand was a large clump of black hair. There even
were chunks of scalp hanging from the locks. For a second, I just
watched blood drip onto the floor. Suddenly he began to chuckle
with his velvet insanity. I looked at him with shocked, bulging
eyes. The laughter grew louder and louder and louder and
louder!

Journal Entry Thirteen
    My eyes opened
and I lost balance in the sunroom’s kitchen. In shock I stumbled
backward and my back hit the cold, metal fridge. I could have sworn
I was sitting on the tiled floor, leaning on the cabinets before I
had plunged into my memories. All I wanted to do was figure out who
Molly was and what she meant to me. Too bad all I got was a junk
food, booze induced dream. The problem was it really didn’t feel
like a dream, parts of it anyway. I know for a fact that some of
those memories of Molly were true. No one forgets something that
tragically embarrassing. I just can’t stop thinking about the
cellar door however and that awful pale double of mine. I
absolutely hated his vile laughter. It sinks into my bones like a
beast gnawing its’ gnashing teeth into its’ pathetic
prey.
    My head was
still fuzzy from my nightmarish nap so the world was dizzy and
tumultuous. My clothes were still damp too and were twirled around
my body. I thought of that hellish monsters' tired, sunken in eyes
and the clump of black hair in his hand, dripping with blood.
Usually my dreams of him are always the same. He would sneak into
my bedroom under the guise of a full moon, emerging from some dark
shadow that horrifies me. Then the demon would threaten me, calling
me the monster although he’s the pale devil who lives in the
shadows. The way he appeared this time was so different. He
actually came in through the light. And this time he said nothing.
He just stared and laughed with a fist full of someone’s hair.
“God! I hope it isn’t Molly’s hair,” I half sobbed out. I wanted to
eviscerate this imp of the shadows for giving me that thought. I
walked around the kitchens' bar and stared into the garden. I
didn’t want to think about Molly or the pale tormentor anymore. I
pushed away their likenesses and focused on the muggy dew covered
garden.
    For the first
time since I woke up I realized it was morning. The rain was gone
and it was foggy beyond belief. Hours had passed. I couldn’t
believe it. These gaps in time and these dreams are starting to
freak me out. How can I even trust my own perception? Am I this
tired and strung out? Or did I party so hard the night before that
I’m still recovering? I really needed to stay away from the booze.
Every time I drink something awful happens or my overactive
imagination starts running wild. I have to keep myself away from
alcohol.
    To make my
point, I briskly walked over to the fridge and drank an entire
bottle of cool, crisp water. And then I grabbed another bottle of
water, some cheese too, and slammed fridges door. I couldn’t help
but stare out at the foggy garden. Drops of water fell from the
flora thanks to that heavy storm. I