It got worse.

I don’t know what to do. I really don’t.

Since that first creepy song “appeared” on my computer, several more have as well. Some of them are so awful that I can’t even listen to them; they just give me nasty headaches. I didn’t go to the trouble of posting them because they don’t even sound like songs, just random noise and someone pounding on a piano. I still don’t know if I really believe that I made them, but noting else makes sense. No one else could have.

I want to uninstall the program, but I can’t. If I try to go too long without writing something I just...I don’t know. It’s pretty much the only thing I want to do nowadays which is pretty unnerving in and of itself. It’s not all I do though. I still make an effort to go out places and I talk to my friend as much as I can. No matter what I do, at the end of the day I’m still alone in my room with my computer and my piano.

And that’s no even the best part.

I was driving home from Japanese lessons earlier. It was later in the evening, about 6 or so, and it was already pretty dark out. Snow had piled up a couple inches deep and with the wind blowing, it was cold as heck. I was driving along a residential street, mostly just trying to make sure I was going the right way since I’d only driven through this part of downtown a couple times before and I’m always worried about getting lost. And I’m really good at getting lost.

I saw her standing underneath the eerie orange glow of a streetlight.

She wore a lacy black dress, white stockings, and black dress shoes. She looked like she was dressed for church, not for standing around in the snow. Everything about her seemed so extraordinarily out of place that I couldn’t help but stare. Of course, there was one little detail that elevated her presence from strange to terrifying.

She was wearing a mask.
It was a white, featureless mask with a “Henohenomoheji” sloppily drawn on with a permanent marker. That’s such a weird choice for a mask. It’s not really threatening in the slightest; the odd expression just made it look like she was glaring questioningly at me.

She didn’t really do anything. Even though her face was covered by her mask, I could tell she was staring right at me. Some things you just know. I didn’t stop, I didn’t slow down; I just kept driving until I couldn’t see her in the rear-view mirror anymore. My heart was racing pretty much the rest of the drive home. 

I just...I never expected this. Reading about these things happening to other people is one thing, but this just made it seem real. Well, that’s because it’s not just happening to someone else. It’s happening to me too. I don’t even know what to think right now. I’m still exhausted. I want to write another song...but I don’t want to. I just have to keep typing until I forget this happened. Maybe once I see it in text form, it will start to look like just another silly blog post.

I’m not really looking forward to going out anymore. I don’t know who I’m going to run into.