Help Me

If anyone has any information about Nicole's disappearance, please contact me.

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I tried to get help, but this thing doesn't want me to. It wants me to be entirely alone... I'm going to find out what it is, and how to beat it.

I listened to Olivia's last recording, and... it captured her last moments. I'm so scared. It came for her, and got her, and now it's coming for me. I can't let it get me... I don't want to die.

I've seen it now. Out of the corner of my eye. The thing, whatever it was that was after Olivia. It's here now. And I'm next. I'm so tired, and I can't seem to control my emotions. One minute I'm terrified, then I'm filled with anger. I don't know what's wrong with me, and I don't know how to stop it.

Olivia's journal is gone. I don't know what happened to it, I DIDN'T misplace it. It's just... not here anymore. And without it, I have no hope of defending myself...

I can't bring myself to read the journal yet. When I touched it, it made me physically ill. I will, I know I have to, and I will. For now though, I spent some time looking at some old videos of me and Olivia. God, I miss her more than ever... She didn't deserve any of this.

I went back to Olivia's house, and I found her journal. I think I was meant to. Now... I feel like there's no going back. I feel like I'm in over my head.

No new notes in the mail, but the one I have is moving. Or something is moving it on me. Either way, I can't sleep anymore. I'm so tired, and scared. Olivia discovered what was after her, but left me no clue about what it might be. I have to find that sketchbook, and soon...

I think I can say with certainty now that Olivia wasn't suffering from a mental breakdown. I feel so alone. The same way Olivia must have felt...