Jamie gripped at the journal he was holding, and old dusty journal, with tears and decaying paper, and through the pages there were blood stains, there were violently written curses, there was fear written under shaking hands, and those written…in pure, raw insanity. And now it spreads, as the contents of the journal began to take place in Jamie’s virtual world hidden beneath his thoughts, the insanity spread. It was incomprehensible, unbelievable, something that he didn’t begin to understand, something that couldn’t be explained, not even with man’s superstitious beliefs.

Boom……

                Footsteps, slow and steady, as if casual, and growing louder and louder.  He panicked. It was coming, he didn’t know what but it was coming. He thought he knew what it was, what abomination came after him, but as he rummaged through his thoughts, no memory came out. It happens often, ever since Jamie picked up this journal he forgot how long ago, he’s been forgetting things, sometimes he’d forget what he was doing the past few minutes, sometimes he would forget that it was time for school, sometimes he’d even forget who was his mother, or whether he even had one, and at times he’d forget what he forgot.

                But there was no time to ponder about that now; it wasn’t in his luxury to investigate the origin of this unusual phenomenon. His mind screamed at him.

Run, keep running, and don’t look.

Boom……

                He ran, in this dark, everlasting forest; in a set direction that he wasn’t so sure was the exit to the closest highway. But he wasn’t even clear how he ended up here; the last thing he remembered before waking up at this forest was….

                He forgot, yet again. And also again, he considers the possibilities. And drawing himself closer to that…that…

                His mind froze.

              And it arrives, to claim its prey. Jamie stared as his mysterious stalker, silent and persistent, fearful yet comforting. So….so….

                Slender.