Sarah Ruth Thomas

I sat discomfited on my couch, staring at the door, shaking, while I waited for the police to arrive.

The walls shook, and my heart pounded in my ears, trying to understand the situation.

Why wasn't anyone in my complex angry at this anymore?

What the actual fuck was happening?

It was only a few minutes before I heard the sirens of police cruisers roar in the distance.

And once their blaring began, the shaking stopped in its entirety.

I could hear the rumble of footfalls from my upstairs neighbors.

I could hear a TV from a thin wall to my right.

All the sound had flooded back.

You know, I still have a hard time believing any of it was real.

Whatever is happening with Channel 14 makes no fucking sense.

And I don't know why anyone in their right fucking mind would create a prank like this.

I'm tired, I'm frightened, and frankly, I'm pissed right the fuck off.

1-28-2021, 5-09 p.m.

I don't know what to do.

I tried to call Mom and Marcy again, but they didn't answer today.

I'm sure they'll call back soon, but I don't know what to tell them.

On one hand, I'm almost positive they'll have me institutionalized, which I'd almost welcome at this point.

On the other hand, I don't know if it'd even help me.

Look, I'm not someone who wholly believes in ghosts or demons, but after the bar, after the break-in attempt, and now today, I am at an utter and complete loss as to what to think.