Author's Note

This one is Far shorter than the prior, but after finishing these Four parts, I and a few friends (Big thanks to the Mad Mystic Discord for being forced into Editorial) thought it'd simply read better being split up like this.

It was either bring back faint memories of Creepypasta past, or actually look like a decent piece of media, the choice was pretty much made for me lol.

From The Journal Of R.D; Entry 93 & 107

From The Journal Of R.D, Entry #93

He was at the foot of my bed.

Just standing there. But his eyes were sharper now, slanted. The tears were gone. Like he was Glaring right into my soul.

Those eyes were glowing, and I felt like I was being strangled. When I blinked, he was gone, but I still felt like somepony was crushing my throat.

Wasn’t until I rolled out of bed and coughed up what felt like my lungs that it stopped, but by then I was already covered in blood. Blood from my tongue, nearly bit the damn thing off earlier when I screamed.

I think I’m going to stay inside for today.

#107

I think I’m sick

Last night I couldn’t stop puking, started turning red

He doesn’t leave, just stays

Just out of sight

I can see his chest just over the desk, I can hear him breathing

I need help

But who can help me?

He won’t stop breathing, it’s so loud.

Twilight?

Yeah, Yeah! She can help, Twilight can help! Twilight's always got the answers!