It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It doesn’t feel like it. I thought only a few days had passed since my last entry. Two months? I guess I’ve just had other things on my mind.
Everything is moving quickly lately. I don’t know if it’s the isolation, the pandemic, the constant worry, the boredom. I just feel like I’m in a fugue state, like I’m on autopilot.
So, what have I been doing in this off time? Yeah, I’ve been watching more of those fucked up movies. I hardly even remember renting them anymore. Not since the dreams have gotten worse. The ones about the door. About the fingers reaching for me in the darkness. And it all feels so real, like I’m at the shop and actually touching the video displays, actually reaching for that doorknob. I can hear the murmurs around me like before. I can’t remember why I even hesitated to open the door in the first place…