That Dreaded Day

There is a day, unlike any other. It's a sinful, foul, terrible day of which I am afraid of so very much. I have always kept a Journal to record this dreaded day every time it comes by, but only recently I have had the horror that is hell bestowed upon me. This is my most recent week.. With my most dreaded day.

This is my journal:

Monday:

Today, I went to work as normal, however.. I was pursued on my daily commute by a mysterious group of shadowy figures, all traveling in a macabre small car, driving a slow pace behind me. I thought this very strange.

Tuesday:

I saw someone watching today, I saw them, watching me from the bus stop, outside my home. Even when the bus came, this shadowy person continued to watch me. Until a car pulled up. The same car from yesterday. the Figure gave me one final hidden glare, then clambered into the car. I won't bother alerting the police, they won't believe I am being followed by shadows.

Wednesday:

I met my friends today, they claimed I look like hell. I told them about this morning. I was driving on the highway, when once again the car sped past me, in the fast lane. The shadows in toe, No faces... Just black shadows.

Thursday:

I dread tomorrow...I have a feeling they will come for me..... Dear Lord.. Someone help me... They are by my door.

Friday:

Yeah, Yesterday was Thursday.. Thursday. Today is Friday, Friday. Getting down on Friday, looking forward to the weekend, weekend.

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