January 9, 2012
Today I got Jason a doctor. I sat in my living room waiting in hours and hours of suspense. When the doctor came back with results, his face was half enveloped in goo. He acted as if it were not there, or at least I hoped it was an act. His paper read this:
Jason's body will undergo five stages of agony:
1. He will have his contact point enveloped in goo.
2. His chest will feel as if about to explode.
Pausing the note right now, I saw the doctor collapse, writhing in agony.
3. He shall mutate
4. He will feast on blood, attempting to ease the extreme pain he feels.
The doctor, at this point in time, had stopped moving, completely dead. Dead dead dead. That word is wrapped around my brain and if I even think of the word "dead," I
remember the terrible events that led up to so many people DEAD.
5. He will-0-0-0-=0-09089uihytuhghtiuoreyuh YOUR SO CALLED "JASON" WILL KILL YOU ALL UNLESS YOU GET TO HIM FIRST. EVERYTHING IN THE GALAXY HAS A HATRED FOR EARTH BEINGS.
This was the most horrifying thing I had known to be true. Aliens existed. They wanted us dead. There's that ungodly, no, satanic word again. I wish it all ended here. I now actually wish that I took the knife that the doctor suspiciously held, went into Jason's room, and slit his throat. But, I didn't know it would lead to so many more demises if i didn't. I wish. I wish. I wish.