It Dislikes My Actions

Yesterday, some things became even more strange. I've been drinking the tea regularly so that my vision is normal, but during a couple of my classes, while either I or someone else was talking, I could hear a voice speaking over them.

Confused, I looked around the room but no one was speaking other than the person who was talking in the first place before the other voice. Besides, the voice didn't sound very human. It was deep and intimidating and sent shivers down my spine. Was this The Rake, trying to make me suffer after fixing the vision problem? I'm not sure.

I have a feeling that it didn't like me finding a cure for my vision problems.

I shall continue my research on cures. In the meantime, please submit any help of any kind. Much appreciated.

A Cure For My Vision

Last night, I did not witness The Rake in it's usual spot in my room. I hadn't seen it at all. This was just as frightening as seeing it, because I wasn't sure as to what was going to happen. Although, I did manage to sleep another night.

The next morning I was researching visionary cures. One article said how placing used teabags onto your eyes can help because of the relaxing leaves. So I found some black current tea in a cupboard in the kitchen and made myself some tea. This morning, my vision was pretty distorted; the room kept spinning, people's faces became contorted with anger and rage and just overall, an insane way at looking at the world.

So I made the tea and took a sip. Nothing spectacular happened yet so I figured I had to actually put the teabags on my eyes for anything to happen. It started to happen when I was half done my cup. All of a sudden, I noticed that the room seemed normal again, I looked to my mother and her face was calm, not angry. Everything was normal. I have finally found a cure for the visionary problems that The Rake placed upon me. 

I experimented with green tea and felt no effect. White tea, same thing. Only black tea seems to do the trick.

So to whoever is having visionary distortions due to The Rake or whatever, DRINK BLACK TEA. Any kind of black tea. It doesn't have to be black current. I will continue my research on the body transfiguration. The tea seemed to place no effect on that at all. 

If anyone has any ideas, please inform me. We all need to know. We all must escape.

Blinding Darkness

The Rake has been continually distorting my vision. I look to people and I see them glare, when in actuality, they aren't. Every hallway I walk down, I feel like I'm going to fall over because the room begins to spin. But it seems that this creature has also been messing with my body.

I woke up one morning and stumbled into the bathroom. I glanced at the mirror and took a good look at my reflection. My veins seemed to be more noticeable and even though I get enough sleep each night because The Rake puts me to sleep, I have dark circles under my eyes and I've become even paler. My hair has also somewhat bleached itself and my body seems frail and uncoordinated but still strong. 

But the most eerie thing that has happened with my body is that my eyes are no longer blue, instead they are grey. I m still taken back by these changes. My friends ask me if I've become sick, people stare at me in the hallways wondering if I have a disease.

No... I've become a monster... The Rake has done something to me that is causing me to change into some sort of super being. I've become stronger and faster. It my take some time for this change to complete.

But I'm afraid... I don't want to die. What exactly is happening? I need help. I need someone to understand. I don't know what exactly is going to happen to me... 

Something Is Changing In Me

Since I am still expected to attend high school, I attended the first day of the new year. Now way back when I chose my courses and such, I was actually excited about them, but now it's just another class. 

I walked the hallways in the morning just in the sake of wandering and every time I passed someone, I found that each of them was glaring at me with a murderous intent written across their faces. I wondered at first if I had done something. Then I thought about the possibility of The Rake distorting my vision.

It may be making me think that everyone is hating me. Uh... Paranoia, that's it. That's what The Rake has given me. I'm being paranoid about the people around me. It's making me feel like I can't trust them.

I didn't know that The Rake was capable of doing this. I'm getting even more scared. I'm not safe anywhere, it seems. I fear what sort of thing it'll do to me next. I just want it to go away. I never wanted this. I never did. 

I'm slowly going insane.

I saw it again last night.

The Rake outstretched his arm and I just focused on it's glistening eyes. Then I immediately fell asleep because that was the last thing I saw before my dream.

This dream felt so vivid though. I could have easily mistaken it for real life, but I just knew it wasn't reality.

I sit in a grungy room staring at the wall. The walls were concrete and the door was a type of metal, but it had dents in it from someone trying to get out. Then the door opens and I crawl out into the dusty hallway. I realize that I'm underground because the walls are dirt. I'm in a tunnel. I pick myself up and stumble along leaning on the wall until I find another door. I open the door and the dirt room is covered in blood spatters. Dead bodies lay strewn across the floor, their entrails gutted out of them. I gulp, trying not to vomit. There's a door on the other end of the room, and I figure that there's no other way but to walk among the bodies.

I step into the room and feel blood squelch under my feet. The feeling sends shivers up my spine but I continue on. The smell infiltrates my lungs, making me feel like I'm drowning in the stench of rotting flesh. Finally I make it across the room. I push open the next door and all I could see was complete and utter darkness. I begin to wish that I had a light of some sort. Regardless, I enter the next room anyway. As I take my first step, I feel weird.

I'm falling. 

Then I woke up in a sweat. 

This is getting out of hand. I want to stop this all. I need to talk to The Rake once more.

The Hell It Resides In

I've been losing my focus on everything. It's always on my mind and I cannot escape from it. I still don't know why the fuck it's here and not brutally murdering me. I can't exactly have a normal conversation anymore because my thoughts always drift off. I'm wondering if this is some new form of torture that the Rake's decided to use on people.

Every night it crouches itself near the corner of my room and watches me. Every time I see it, fresh blood drips from it's lips. I always wonder who or what that blood belongs to. It's eyes continue to pierce me with it's intense glare. Why me?

I know this probably sounds cliche like in a horror movie or whatever, but I seriously want to know why it watches ME. WHY me? I don't understand why, but I'm too scared to say anything, in case I trigger it to kill  me or something. I can't really tell anyone close to me, in fear of them not believing me and thinking I'm crazy. I'm not crazy, I swear! 

Someone, anyone, please help me figure out what I must do in order to stop all of this. To escape this monster. To escape the Rake. I want it to leave me alone. Forever...

The Dreams It Sends

I apologize for not writing sooner. I was preoccupied. I don't have time to explain right now, though.

The other night I had a strange dream. 

The Rake was on the end of my bed just staring at me. I was paralyzed with fear and I didn't know what to do. It continued to stare intently at me for a while, then it rose and picked me up from my bed. I still was unable to move. 

The Rake then took me to the woods and into a giant tree trunk. The bottom of the trunk had a whole which lead underground. It carried me into there and set me down inside a room. It then left. I remember staying in that underground room for a while and I was planning escape. Then I heard rustling from down the tunnel. I backed myself into the corner of the room. 

The room smelt of dried blood and mixtures of soil. A small table-like structure was formed in the middle of the dirt room. Nothing else resided in the area. 

The noises were approaching and my heart felt like it was going to tear out of my chest itself. The Rake hobbled into the room and I froze with fear once again. 

It crawled over to me, picked me up once again and placed me onto the table. It's raspy telepathic voice spoke to me;

"Lie down, don't move."

I complied. As I did, the Rake's left arm began to morph and take another form. It looked like thee tendrils. I was mesmerized by this incredible ability that I didn't notice the pain from one of the tendrils shooting through my abdomen. The second one pierced my right lung and I felt the pain from that. Gasping for air, I looked at the Rake. It remained expressionless and then shot the third and final tendril into my heart.

I woke up in a sweat. I glanced over to where the Rake usually stood.

It was there...

"What... What just happened..?" I asked it.

"I gave you the image of what I could do to you. I am capable of that and much more." It spoke.

"But why? I don't understand." I said.

"One day... You will see." It sent it's final message.

I was unable to sleep the rest of the night.

What It Wants

            For the past couple nights I've been conversing with it, though it is little. I wanted to know why it watches me, why it doesn't harm me, why do I feel comfortable around it. I wanted answers.

           So I laid in the dark and it appeared once again. I turned to look at it and asked my first question.

           "Why are you here?" I asked. The Rake stayed silent for quite some time.

         "I have my own purposes." It spoke to me.

          I don't remember anything after that. I passed out. I figure it was from the fear and surprise that it actually spoke.

        I'm not sure if I should continue conversing with it or not.

That God Awful Sound

        It's voice... It's fucking voice...

        Dammit, I tried to communicate with it on Sunday night. It was crouched beside my closet staring, but I finally mustered up the courage. I look over and met the Rake's gaze. It's eyes seemed to narrow in on me, like it was a little taken back by my movement. 

      "You're the Rake, right?" I asked. I felt like I was going to fall apart from shaking so much.

       It's eyes narrowed even more when I spoke to it. It became hesitant but it finally spoke. It actually spoke! But it's lips didn't move... It spoke to me... In my head... In my fucking head... I've tried to keep my composure on here but it's seems that I'm slipping up.

      "You are correct." It said. It's voice was so... So... ragged and coarse as though his throat was obscenely damaged. But it had a sort of inhuman sound to it. I mean, of course it's not human, it's the Rake, but it sounded so gruesome.

       I immediately flipped over in my bed and, once again, fell asleep. I don't know if I want to speak with it anymore. It scared me so much, it's like I can still hear it's words. I don't know if it did something to me just by telepathically speaking to me but I feel different. Just... Different...

      What am I to do?

It Watches From The Dark

            It seems to scare me even more, but at the same time, comforts me. It's eyes stare at me with no intent of violence. I wonder if it's waiting for something or has grown attached to me. It does show up with fresh blood on it's lips and soil stains it's hands, but it doesn't bother me that much.

           It continues to come into my bedroom at night. When I saw it last night, I wanted to speak to it, but I was still too scared to muster up any words. Fear caught hold of my voice and kept it trapped within my throat.

          I dearly wish to know it's intent and reasons for watching me ever so closely. Is it attachment? Obsession? Reminder? Patience? I don't know, but I wish I knew. During the day, I can't seem to focus because my mind is constantly on the Rake. It haunts my thoughts and I over-think things.

         Tonight is another night. It's probably awaiting my descent into slumber. Once I turn off the lights, it will find it's way in and once again, and watch me. I wonder how I manage to sleep know that it's in the room. Maybe it uses an ability to make me sleep. Maybe it wants to hurt me in my sleep, or it doesn't want me to suffer from sleep deprivation. I'm not entirely sure. It's frightening and comforting presence confuses me.


        What am I destined for? What does it want with me? I guess I must start my research on it. Tonight, I will attempt communication with the Rake.

Where It All Began

        Imagine you're laying down on your bed in almost complete darkness. Everything is quiet. Everything is still. Until you notice something shift from the corner of your eye. You try not to move much, in fear of what it is but your eyes attempt to scan the room. You find a pair of glowing eyes staring back at you. Your heart skips a beat from the shock. You can't move because you don't know what to do or how to react.
       
        Your vision adjusts to the darkness and this creature continues to watch you. You see that the creature is as pale as snow, in a humanoid form, with a dirty face covered in mud and old blood. It has no hair and it's eyes glow an eerie yellow. It stays crouched to the floor in order to slightly conceal itself.  You begin to sweat and try to plan an escape for yourself. It's crouching by the wall, so you figure you could make a dash to the door on the other side of the room, but you don't know how fast this thing could be. Eventually and oddly enough, you manage to drift off to sleep despite your immense fear. 

        The next morning, you wake up unharmed. You brush off last night's encounter as a simple nightmare that you had. It couldn't have possibly been real. Monsters like that don't exist. But unfortunately, it did actually happen, because the same thing happens the next night.

        This is what happened to me. I saw the Rake. It watches me. This creature is sickening. It gives off a smell of death and grime. Sometimes, I come close to vomiting. My name is Clare, I am 16 and I am slowly but surely being hunted by the Rake.

        The first time I saw the Rake, was when I was 10. It appeared in my bedroom as I was trying to sleep. I did eventually sleep, and I woke up the next morning thinking it was a nightmare, but it kept happening. The Rake would be in my room for a few nights at a time just watching me. I never understood why, though. It had always made me wonder. Then, it just stopped appearing. I hadn't seen that awful creature until just a couple weeks ago. I was, once again, trying to sleep, when I noticed those creepy eyes. It was crouched in my room again and shivers ran through me. I fell asleep. 

       I am scared for my life. I don't know what to do, how to escape. I just want it to leave me alone. I have made this to ask for help. This is the Rake I am dealing with. I have researched it a little and the way it's victims end up is frightening. I don't want to die like that, ripped apart. I try to keep my composure around the creature, but my mind feels like it's deteriorating. I need help.