THAT GUY HAS NO FACE.
God, dammit. What the fuuck is going on, what the HELL. He just stands there, staring at the elevator, waiting for me. WHAT IS THAT THING. It had no face. NO FACE. Ggod dammit, and that dream...its back....I'm in Andrews room, BURNING. I feel him staring at me...what the fuck is that!?
I thought, that first time, that he was looking the other way. I realize now he was staring right at me. Watching me. I take the stairs, I see him waiting for me at the elevator, but now he's learned. Now he KNOWS. He stared right at me. I SAW HIM.
That toy was him, I see that now...but it's gone. It's gone. I don't know what to do...I don't know what to say...all these problems, with the computer, with the TV, with my camera, too much is happening; nothing works. He had no face. What the hell am I doing? I'm lost, alone, afraid.