Hey there, I'm Dustin. Somehow you found your way here, and I ave to say good luck. My mind is a strange place full of many things, most of which are here. So if you have some time take a read and please enjoy.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Perfect Attendance


As a kid I always felt as if I was different. I felt as if I had some sort of ability that others didn't have. I always believed that there was more to life than what we could see, but I never expected this kind of proof. It was many years ago. I was in primary school, fifth grade to be exact. I don't remember much but I do remember that... that thing. I don't know what it was or where it came from but, it was not human. And I am almost certain that wasn't even from this world. Written in this journal are my first hand experiences of those three days, the days that changed me forever.

DAY ONE

Today was just like every other day. I woke up, got dressed, and went to school. But once I got there, something was different. There was a feeling, almost of suspense, and almost of deep, deep sorrow. As I walked through the school the kids and teachers seemed oblivious to the rest of the world. They seemed, if I dare say, like zombies. They were going about their day as they always did but with more a monotonous rhythm. As the day progressed I noticed, people were missing. Not just missing but literally disappeared. I had seen them earlier in the day but now, they are gone. I couldn't figure it out but the day came to an end and it was time to go home.
I tried telling my parents about it but they just laughed and told me how big of an imagination I had. This wasn't my imagination, I knew it wasn't.

DAY TWO
Today started the same as yesterday. Clothes, go to school, etc. But when I got there today I noticed something. There was some kind of energy surrounding the school. I don't know what it was but I could feel it, and it wasn't right. I asked m mom if she could see it but she said that she felt strange and needed to go home. I got out of the car and she left. I walked into school and it was the same as before, the people I knew but monotone. There were less people today. I began to notice that a person would be standing there and all of a sudden just fade away. This frightened me but I was determined to just make it through the day and ignore what ever was happening. But I started noticing it more and more. Two people would be talking and one would just fade away. The other just continued on with their day like nothing happened. I don't understand. Am I the only one who sees this? Is this the only place this is happening? I was scarred. I could see that energy all day. It was like the heat waves you see above pavement on a hot day but it was thicker, and had a red tint to it. I didn't know what it was, but I did feel like it was behind whatever was happening.

DAY THREE

Today I got to school, and it was worse, way worse. This energy had become a physical being that looped through the school without a beginning or an end. I began to notice people surrounded by the energy that this “thing” seemed to create. What happened next terrified me. I watched as the energy surrounded a kid and it ate him. Not like it wrapped around him and he vanished, no it literally ate him. I saw him being picked limb from bloody limb as this hellish being devoured him. I began to hear a noise. It was distant at first but it grew and grew until it was nearly deafening. After a few minutes I realized what I was hearing. It was the screams of my friends, my teachers, and now my family. I felt myself being surrounded with the energy so I ran. I began to yell at everyone I saw so that I could warn them but they did nothing. I ran until I found a bathroom. I ran inside and I hid under the sink. Soon the screams died down and became plain static. I stood and looked in the mirror, and what I saw scared me more than the screams, than the energy in the school, than any nightmare I had ever had. When I looked into the mirror all I saw was a never ending loop of energy with a glowing red tint.

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