My computer sucks

My computer's acting up today. When I first tried posting here it kept taking me to some error screen. I plan to get it fixed tomorrow. Anyway, since Kat's death I've been living a pretty normal life. Just a few police questions here and there. I can't tell them about Smiling Asshole. They'll call me crazy and send me to the asylum. I haven't seen the guy since. Oh, a knock at the door. Gotta go.

~Ally

About time

He finally attacked. I'm Kat's roomate, Allysa (I'm begging you to call me Ally). Kat died a very gruesome death. Her eyeballs were taken from their sockets and she was... stabbed to death. At least that's what it looked like. Anyway, I hope I don't meet this guy. I'll post on this blog until everything calms down. Hopefully that's soon.

~Ally (Not Allysa)

I like you (a lot)

Someone likes me. You'd think that was a good thing, it's not. This stalker follows me with that eternal smile. It's not even a smile, it's a row of razor sharp fangs. I found flowers on my doorstep, my locker, my mother's place, and even a fucking sewer grate. It started with this asshole who decided to alert me of this guy's presence. Why the fuck would I want to know about a fucking man who just smiles at me? Who really cares? He's just there, slowly driving me insane. He looks harmless apart from the fangs. If I'm lucky he'll die from smiling so goddamn much. Bye now!

~Kat