It’s been a week, in their days, since I’ve been here. I simply couldn’t stay away any longer. I’ve decided that my only choice is to kill him. If he’s gone than I will have nothing to come here to - nothing to miss. I have my finger over his neck, yet I can’t bring myself to move. I try to twist my face into one of anger and malice… However I can only produce one of great sadness and longing.

I’ve been sitting on his floor for several hours now. I know this is what I must do yet I know I cannot. It’s only now that I remember his black book. Perhaps he’d written of me more, or perhaps he’d quit as I’d left. I’ll read it to see… Then I’ll do what must be done.

4 AM, I just woke up to a bang and found my journal on the floor. I’m pretty sure the whole thing was on the bedside table. Maybe there was an earthquake? But nothing else has fallen over. This is a dumb thought but maybe the demon moved it… Yeah right, I bet it was reading it too. Well, if you’re reading this demon, could you stop haunting me and my dreams? That’d be awesome…. God, I am going crazy, aren’t I?

It’s two days since that last entry and I actually didn’t have any nightmares last night. Nothing weird happened either. Is that all it takes to get rid of a demon? Just ask nicely in a notebook? I was probably just imagining all of it. I’m sure there’s some explanations other than “a demon is haunting my house!”

OK, it’s been a few days now and I haven’t had any nightmares or strange happening in the night. Maybe I really did scare it away… I don’t know why but I kind of feel bad. If you’re there Mr. or Mrs. Demon, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, I guess. If you’re still here then I guess maybe you could write something in here? I’m not sure how this works so…

It’s been a week since the journal dropping incident. Nothing wrote in my book so I suppose the whole demon thing was just in my head. But… part of me doesn’t want to believe that. This is my last chance, I’m about to go to sleep, so demon: if you’re here then do something. Write in this book, break a lamp, cut my arm, whatever. Just prove that you’re real! If nothing happens… I guess I’m just crazy and I’ll let all of this go and forget about it.”

He wrote this last one tonight. Was it a coincidence I chose tonight to come back here? What can I do? I can’t very well write in the book, but to let him think he’s gone insane is-

*Bzz-bzz* What was that? Something vibrated just now and lit up. I’ve crouched back to floor clutching his ‘journal’ close to my chest. He’s holding a small box that covering his face in a bright light. I think this light is somehow blinding him enough not to see me, however. He’s squinting very heavily and, despite facing me directly, I’ve yet to be sent back. I’m holding my breath.

A minute or two later, a small clicking sound turned the light from the box off. He set it back down on his small table. “Hello?” My eyes are the size of the moon. Did he see me? Does he know I’m here? “I know I’m not crazy. You’ve gotta be in here, right? My notebook wasn’t on the table just now so you have it, don’t you?” What do I do? I can’t respond to him but he’s right. What if he tried to start looking for me? “You read what I wrote tonight. So you better write something back! I’m not gonna let you just keep spying on me like this. You got that? Now, write something down and but the journal back.”

I wish I could… but if he sees me I won’t have the chance to. He needs to go back to sleep, it’s the only way, but I can’t tell him that. “Do I have to be asleep? I realized nothing ever really happened when I was awake so… Yeah, that’s it isn’t it?” I knew he couldn’t see me but I nodded my head despite this. “OK, sure, yeah. I’ll try and go back to sleep, then. Uhh… Good night I guess.”

His breathing finally slowed, he’s asleep. Can I really write something? Is this alright? I shouldn’t, I can’t… I want to - I need to. What could I even write though?

I, finally, made my decision. What I wrote was this: “I’m sorry, I should never have come here. I’ve seen you grow up. You were always the only human that interested me. I didn’t know I’d been giving you those dreams. I’ll leave you be. Goodbye.”