Insanity driven supernaturals.

Date: 7/23/2018

This all got deleted, so quick overview. Part of my class had a trip, we went to London. When we got there, there was someone who was warping the world and coming into our minds supernaturally, but this time it wasn't harmful like other incidents. Nick V and I were pretending to get milk, because the water was white, and the man who was making this happened was tip toeing on it. It was a little creepy. That was over, and we went to a building with a nice lady in there. It was sort if like a small museum. These incidents happened to me a lot. The most dangerous person is Abby H, and she wanted to get us badly, but at this moment, there was no sign of it happening. However, eventually, we could feel it happening. The people who are affected go into an insane state, warping people's mind, making them see a world that the insane person makes up, and it's extremely dangerous for the victims. And Abby, the strongest, was going for us. We could feel it, and I knew it, after surviving her before and her wanting revenge. We started to panic. The atmosphere felt apocalyptic. If she came there was no escape. I started going over all the things that could bring her to us, and assure people not to do that, including talking about her, or doing things that had to do with the number 9. I survived her before, but I wasn't going to this time. I felt that this was the one. I've survived other ones, but this one, she was out for me specifically and I'm not safe. It definitely had an apocalyptic feel to it, especially when we were informed that THEY had caused the world to split in two. But even so, Abby would still come. We could all feel her getting close, and I went outside. I was able to tell which things we were doing wrong, and one big thing stood out: the number 9. If this number happened in anyway, she would be here, and we would all be warped in her world, she would haunt us and do goodness knows what. I was telling people to stop, but they weren't listening, they didn't know the gravity of the situation. They were scared, all coming to people who knew about this: us, but they weren't listening. I realized I needed to stop people from opening their car doors. They couldn't reach 9 times of them opening their door. A black f150 rolled up with a man and his family. The door was almost opened 9 times. I was yelling, almost screaming at them to stop, but they didn't listen and weren't even phased. They kept opening it to get stuff, or to help their children out. I tried to get people to help me. I remember the truck door being opened at 8 times. I was scared, terrified. She was going to be here any minute. The door was opened one last time, and a car ring went off, alerting that the door had been opened too many time, but this was meant to go off in a normal sense, like it was installed on purpose by the people who made the truck, not being harmful, but in this case, it meant something greater. That was it, I knew it. I ran back inside and hid, though I knew it was too late. I woke up.