Facebook story -- Tuesday evening

Trying to compose my thoughts and relax. What started out as a horrific day has become even worse. It started with campus security stopping by, noticing the blood stains all over the lab, and then completely ignoring it. All day long I've felt something staring at me. Whenever I turn around, there's a stranger staring at me, and it’s never the same one.
Tuesday at 1:58pm

There's also a thrumming sound in my ears that won't go away. It's a cross between ocean waves and someone pounding on a bass drum, but it's all barely perceptible. I also see small black shapes swimming across my vision.
Tuesday at 2:00pm


And I'm starting to hear the footsteps again... following me...
Tuesday at 2:00pm


I think I'm fine now. I managed to duck into a local pub, where it's nice and dark. Maybe that will help keep me from seeing dark shapes. I'm hoping the music will also drown out the thrumming in my ears. I really need this beer right now. At least the bartender hasn't been staring at me with soulless eyes.
Tuesday at 3:23pm


I didn't order a stout. Why is my blonde ale so thick and dark?
Tuesday at 3:27pm


Oh sweet merciful Mother in Heaven, what did I just drink? I think I'm going to be...
Tuesday at 3:28pm


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Tuesday at 3:28pm


It's pitch black dark and I seem to be locked in a room. I've found a door, but it's locked, and there is no light coming in through the gaps in the seal, either. I have a headache, I haven't eaten in nearly a day, and I don't think that was a beer I had.
Tuesday at 4:39pm


There's something on the other side of the door now. I can hear it shuffling around. Its breathing is ragged and it seems to be sniffing. Loudly sniffing, as if it could breathe me in through the door. A cold fear, unlike anything I've ever felt, has gripped my heart. I can barely control my own breathing and my pulse is racing, although it feels as though my heart has been plunged into an icy tomb.
Tuesday at 5:35pm

A dreary dismal green light is starting to emanate from the other side of the. It's barely filtering in to this room that seems to be my prison. Not enough to illuminate anything inside, but it does send flickers of shadows from the other side of the door.
Tuesday at 5:41pm

The shuffling and sniffing sound isn't just continuing unabated, but it's growing in intensity. I can see a set of feet moving around just on the other side. My stomach is in knots and an icy sweat is forming on my brow, matting my hair down.
Tuesday at 5:42pm


I can hear the door knob beginning to turn! Whatever is on the other side is trying to get in. I don't know if I can make my limbs move, but I must. My heart is clenching in terror and I can barely breathe. The door knob has unlatched and it's starting to swing in. Heavens protect me, I must act if I can!
Tuesday at 5:43pm