10:00. On the dot. Whispers started again. I saw something.
Corner of my left eye. No matter how I turn, it's able to stay RIGHT THERE.
I don't know how to describe it. I can't really see it all that well.
Mirrors won't show it to me, and every once in a while it moves to remind me it's there.
I've sat in silence for several hours now, Chelsea... I don't fucking know WHERE she is.
Not a sound reaches my ears except those damned whispers. They get clearer and clearer by the night, saying those horrible things.