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Post #23

All this time.

All this fucking time.

All this fucking time I lived in paranoia and fear, unsure if Kylhapper had decided to leave me alone forever or not. And just now, I got my answer.

Kylhapper hasn't left. And maybe never will.

I had another dream (or nightmare, or whatever it was) with that thing.

I went to bed after having lunch today. Even after so much time out of the mental hospital, I'm still getting used to my sleep schedule, to sleeping in my own bed in my own apartment. Spending even a day at a mental facility does awful things to one's mental health, ironically.

I laid doen and dozed of to sleep in a matter of moments. But in a matter of moments also, I was opening my eyes again.

However, I wasn't in my bed.

I was in an all white room. Everything in sight was white: the couch, the shelves, the chairs, the window frames... you get the idea. In front of and behind me, there were stairs.

"Where do these lead to?" I thought.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and turned around to look: Kylhapper was right there, smiling.

"Missed me?" it signed.

"Fuck no" was my answer.

"Too bad. I've come to pick you. And this time, you can't escape."

"We'll see about that" I signed, then pushed Kylhapper to the ground and ran up the stairs.

There were many windows on the walls of the staircase. They let in some really bright lights, which got progressively brighter with time. Then, they got darker, until I couldn't see where I was going. Still, I went upstairs. They were a spiral, and stretched to absurd proportions.

After some time, the darkness started to dissipate, and I could see the stairs again. I kept going up, and was almost passing out of tiredness when I arrived somewhere.

The same white room from before.

Kylhapper was still there, still smiling.

"Did you really think you could get away that easily? Think again, Skyler."

I had no energy to answer or react. Kylhapper walked really slow, just to taunt me. As it got closer, the lights in the room started to dim, until, when he was within inches of me, they had completely faded away.

At this moment, I only heard the sound of Kylhapper's claws cutting through the air before I jumped in bed, covered in sweat.

I woke up just now. I don't know how am I even still writing this, for I am shaking like crazy. I need help. Can you help me?

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Post #22

I’m back.

The reason why I disappeared for so long, in case anyone’s wondering, is very simple.

I was in a mental institution.

Some wise guy (or gal, who knows) saw my last post and called the authorities. I was forced to commit myself to a mental health center because of my attempted suicide. Let me tell you right now, it was fucking hell.

The only “clothes” I had were underwear and hospital gowns. I had no access to my computer, phone and only could watch TV at specific times of the day. Also… Oh, fuck it, it doesn’t matter. What matters is what happened that allowed me to leave earlier.

I was in one of the benches of the hospital, underneath some trees. With the meds they had given me, I was pretty groggy. So when I saw one of the other patients march to my direction, bearing a really demented look on their face and carrying a rock, it’s no surprise I didn’t react properly.

What made me react was what they said to me shortly before attacking.

What was it? Well, it was a loud, inhuman scream:

“Kylhapper sends their regards!"

After saying this, the person threw the rock at my face. Somehow, I managed to dodge it. When i raised my head again, the person was running to my direction. I stood up and ran, but I couldn’t be too fast because I was still too groggy. I was knocked down to the ground. Rolling around for a few meters, I finally stopped at a wall. At this point, I can’t remember what happened for a couple of minutes or even hours.

When I woke up again, I was at the nursery. The "heads” of the hospital were all there, and they flooded me with questions. With the help of an interpreter, I answered them the best I could, although at first they didn’t believe me. It took me showing them my blog (by logging in to it) and the news reports of the attack where Kylhapper took away my voice for them to see I wasn’t lying or having an hallucination.

After a few more days to clean my system from the drugs I had to take while there, they finally allowed me to come back home. It’s where I am right now, finishing this post. I still can’t understand what’s going on with me.

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Post #21

I am back home. Have been for at least five days, but I didn't feel like talking to you before, for a very good reason. I'll tell you now.

My friend, the same one who was with me in the hospital when I made my last post, drove me home. By the way, I'm glad she doesn't know about this blog, only about the monster who attacked me. She dropped me here and, after I assured her I was okay, she went back to her own home. After I was sure I was alone, I laid down and started to cry and "punch" the floor. I know it makes little sense, but I was still under the influence of the painkillers. Which is also why... well, at the right time you'll know.

I spent half an hour there, crying and thinking about how I ended up on this whole mess. When it was over, I went to the bathroom. I undressed and took a shower. I was in dire need of one - you don't really get good ones in a hospital. I immersed myself in the water and washed myself throughly. After I was done, I got out of the shower, dried my hair and wrapped myself in a towel.

And then my thoughts went to something.

In some sort of automatic mode, I walked to the sink. I opened a drawer and found it.

My old razor.

It is long, sharp and starting to get rusty. Which was perfect.

I never really needed to shave myself, as I have no facial or body hair. But that was not why I bought it a long time ago.

Through my life, I have been depresed. With the loss of my parents and the bullying, I wasn't exactly in fantastic mental shape already. And that day, after all that Kylhapper had already done to me, matters were only getteing worse.

I sat down in the bathroom's floor and closed my eyes.

I felt a sting in my arm, going from my wrist to the area of my elbow.

I smiled and laid down.

"It'll be over soon", I thought. "I'm gonna be reunited with them in a matter of minutes now."

Then I felt a presence. I opened my eyes: Kylhapper was standing there.

"What do you want?" I signed with my other arm, angry.

"You can't do that. I can't allow it. You must go by my hands, not your own."

"Go to hell!"

"I will, but you're going with me. At the right time."

It then came closer to me. I passed out.

When I woke up again, I was laying down in my bed, fully dressed. As I looked around, I saw a huge scar in my arm.

I obviously freaked the fuck out over this. What if this never goes away? How long until it is supposed to go away, anyway? What do I do? And most importantly, why did Kylhapper do this?

I forced myself to cry, but couldn't. Even to THIS I have turned numb. Fantastic.

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Post #20

I had another nightmare. And with it came an awful revelation, which I have just now confirmed. It's awful for me to even think of typing these words, but I have to:

Sarah is dead.

Here's exactly what happened:

To start it, I'm still at the hospital. I'm not getting out until at least a week from now. Doctors have to speak to me with the help of an interpreter. It's tedious, but there's no other way.

Since last night, a friend of mine has been here. She's the one that went deaf. We "spoke" for a while about everything we could think of, and we had as much fun as you possibly can have in a hospital.

At around 4 AM, I told her I wanted to go to sleep. She said she'd go to sleep as well. I rested my back on the mattress and she curled up on the easy chair provided by the hospital. After a few minutes, I was sound asleep. But in less than ten seconds, I woke up.

Or so I thought.

I opened my eyes slowly. I was in the hospital room. My friend was nowhere to be seen. In front of me, there was nothing. Confused, I turend to the right: just the IV tube and the machinery. I slowly looked to the left. A table, a chair, a small fridge, Kylhapper, the easy... wait, what?!

I turned to look at Kylhapper again. It was smiling wide, and for a horrible moment it seemed like it had even more teeth. Then it lowered its head and I realized it was just the lighting.

"Missed me?" it signed with its left hand. In horror, I could only shake my head.

"What about your dear friend Sarah? Do you miss her?"

I started to cry before I could even know what happened. Kylhapper laughed at my horror.

"What have you done?" I signed.

"Do you really want to know?" I still couldn't see the creature's right hand.

"No, but I must" I signed. Kylhapper laughed again.

"Then look at this" it signed, then raised its right hand.

What I saw narly made me throw up.

Kylhapper was holding, by her hair, the head of Sarah. Her eyes were wide open, and it seemed like her jaw was broken. Blood was dripping from her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. But the worst part? Her spine was still hanging from the neck.

I stared in horror. Kylhapper laughed one more time. I cried even harder, and to my shock, Sarah started to cry too.

"Why are you doing this to me, Kylhapper?"

"Isn't it obvious? Because I love you."

Then, without warning, Kylhapper threw Sarah's head at my face. I tried to scream, and so did Sarah... our faces got really close...

And I jumped in my bed at the hospital.

My friend was already up, and looked startled to see me jump like that. She signed "What happened?" I could only answer "Nightmare".

I got my laptop from the table beside my bed. I turned it on and logged into Facebook. Then I went to Sarah's profile.

I saw the confirmation that she was, indeed, dead. I don't want to get into details.

Again, I couldn't cry. Maybe I exhausted all of my tears in my dream, I don't really know.

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Post #19

Things have only gotten worse. Kylhapper came back once more, and once again I nearly died. Although I didn’t, I’m even more impaired.

I’ll tell you what happened right now.

This morning, I was outside in the park. I was sitting down in one of the benches, looking at the scenary with my only working eye left. A few people I know passed me by and we spoke a little before going back to our businesses.

And then, when I was about to go home, it happened again.

I stood up from the bench and began walking to the park’s gate. When I was almost there, I heard a collective scream behind me. I turned to look and it was chaos: people running away, kids crying, old people praying… and Kylhapper just standing there.

It walked closer to me: I couldn’t move anymore. It seems like every time we meet after one of my “victories”, no matter how used I am to that thing, I can’t move.

Kylhapper walked slowly at first, then all of a sudden it skid to my direction faster than I could consider possible. It bumped at me, making me drop to the ground and roll for a few meters. I looked up at Kylhapper in panic. Kylhapper started to communicate through sign language. It knew that I had learned it years ago when a friend of mine went deaf.

“You last little stint took away my voice. Now I’m gonna take yours too, your cunt."

It kneeled to the ground right next to me and I heard people screaming again. This time, I didn’t had the blessing of passing out before Kylhapper did its thing. Not only did I saw it, I also felt it. Kylhapper placed one of its fingers with those long ass nails on my neck. Then it made a deep cut - this time around it didn’t cauterize.

I looked at Kylhapper’s face in horror as I physically felt my blood leaving my neck. The creature just smiled at me, then it disappeared in the air. As soon as it did, a group of people formed around me. One of them, who seemed to be a doctor, kneeled right beside me and I opened my mouth.

"Don’t talk”, she said. “It’s too dangerous for you to do so.” She then called an ambulance, and in the meantime she treated my neck the best she could given the circumstances. The ambulance arrived less than five minutes later. I was taken to the hospital where I am right now and underwent surgery. But although the doctors saved my life, for what I am thankful, they, sadly, couldn’t save my voice.

Kylhapper ripped my vocal cords in a way they just couldn’t do anything about it.

A friend came over and I asked him to pick up my laptop at my apartment. Haven’t even been able to cry this time around. I’m getting more and more numb to these things. I don’t think anyone can help me at this point.

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Post #18

I had another meeting with Kylhapper. And it nearly cost my life this time, although I ended up laughing at what happened.

I was going from one room to the living when I started to feel dizzy, as if I had had too much to drink. I thought "I have to make it to the couch so I can lay down until this passes", but my apartment is fairly big and when I had just arrived at the living room, my dizziness was making me hold on to the wall as if my life depended on it. When I was coming closer to the couch, I couldn't stay up anymore and fell face first to the floor.

Moaning, I tried to get up, but by now I was feeling so bad I just couldn't. I dragged myself through the floor until I reached the couch. Then, with whatever strength I still had left, I lifted myself from the ground to the couch. My hand was dangling from the couch, touching my shoe. I felt the entire world spinning around me and I feared that I'd end up puking. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

No, what happened was ten times worse.

As I closed my eyes, I noticed that the sunlight was getting weaker and weaker. "But it's only the afternoon", I thought. "Is it going to rain?" I was just trying my hardest to deny what by now should be obvious to me. But then was I was expecting to happen happened.

Kylhapper appeared at the end of the couch.

I stared at it, and it stared back at me. Kylhapper looked much more interested in me now. Me, on the other hand, I was confused with all the dizziness I was feeling. Kylhapper licked its lips and smiled at me. I tried to decide what should I do next, without really coming up with anything. Kylhapper unhinged its jaw to the point where my head could easily fit in and jumped to my direction. Panicked and desperate to save myself, I grabbed the first thing I could and threw it to Kylhapper's direction.

It was my shoe.

And it got jammed perfectly in Kylhapper's throat.

Kylhapper stopped, looking confused. It then tried to remove the shoe with all its strenght, while looking more and more confused. The whole scene was so absurd I could only laugh.

Kylhapper then tried to pull the shoe, but it wouldn't come out. Next thing I know, I'm hearing gagging sounds, and it only made me laugh even harder.

Kylhapper finally gave up, then glared at me with its only eye left and dissolved in the air. My shoe fell to my stomach, and I could still only laugh. I laughed for so long, it was already dark again when I finally stopped.

I needed that.

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Post #17

Sarah has spoken to me on Facebook. She's been unable to talk to me before because, as I guessed, she was too busy with the exhibition. She's just caught up with the blog, and she's terrified. I told her the details I omitted on my last post, and it only made matters worse. I cried, she cried, and we both don't know what to do next.

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Post #16

Sarah hasn't been able to talk to me yet. I think she's far too busy with the exhibition, which is taking place in some other country by now.

Something has happened very early today, however.

I was in my apartment, watching TV. By now I'm getting used to having just one functional eye, although it's still a chore sometimes. I was watching a movie, when the image started to tear apart. It was very odd - it was tearing like an old TV with poor reception, and I haven't watched analog TV in well over three years. I already knew what was going on - Kylhapper was messing with me again.

The image flickered and teared for a long while until cutting to silent static. Immediately after this happened, my cellphone rang. I walked around my living room until finding it underneath my backpack. I answered it and was greeted by a loop of a song's fragment in Japanese. My weeb past made me recognize it as a Gackt song: freesia ~op 1~. I used to love that song back in the day, but now it made me shiver. What did this mean?

I didn't dare hanging up. God only knows what could had happend to me had I done that. After maybe 5 minutes of hearing the same loop of the song's final verse ("ima wa yume no you na maboroshi wa kioku no naka e/ano toki no menazashi wa kieteitta mama"), it faded out to silence. After a few moments, I could heard a very heavy breathing.

"Hello?" I said.

No one answered.

"Who's there?"

No one answered.

"Who the fuck is there?!"

No one answered. Angry, I decided to hang up the phone, when I heard inside my head:

"You don't wanna do that."

And so I waited. For maybe half an hour, all I heard was the heavy breathing. Then, someone spoke.

It was the priest.

I was so shocked to hear his voice again, in this context, at first I didn't understand what he said. Then he screamed, and the shock wore off.

"What's happening?! What's wrong?!"

"Kylhapper... it found me again... it's done... it did... it harmed me... I'm dying... it was all done by that thing... that hideous thing... I don't have much time left... Skyler, you must-" then it cut to static.

I hung up my cellphone. When I turned around to look at the TV, I saw something that made me scream.

There was a perfect picture of the priest's body.

Had this happened in an old, analogic and small TV, then maybe I wouldn't have been so scared, but this was a HD, 42'' LCD TV. The image was big and in very high definition. The priest laid lifeless on the floor in a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was dripping blood as well. And in the place where his heart should be, there was a hole.

It went through his whole body.

I stared at the picture for a long while. Then it flickered until it showed:

"GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO YOU.

-K."

Then the image cut to static. And after 10 seconds, it went back to the movie.

I stared at the screen, jaw dropped. I got in better clothes and walked all the way to the church. I walked to the building, hoping that it'd be all just a cruel prank by Kylhapper.

It wasn't.

This is all I intend to say about this subject.

After I got home again, many hours later, I cried myself to sleep again.

I only took a short nap, however, nevermind how tired I am right now. I just woke up, and now I don't know what else to do. It seems like whoever gets near me ends up killed by Kylhapper, no matter how long ago did they dealt with it too.

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Post #15

This post is being the hardest one I wrote yet. The reason why is very simple.

I'm blind from one eye.

I'm not kidding when I say this. My left eye is basically useless now. I can try to explain how it happened, but I don't know how well it'll work.

I went to bed last night at around 11 PM. I was tired and in hopes of having a good night's sleep. As I was dozing off, I suddenly couldn't breathe again. I opened my eyes: there was Kylhapper again, kneeling on my chest. I looked at it, afraid: all the braveness I had on our last confrontation had left me.

"You think you're smart, don't you?" I heard inside my head. "Then I'm gonna show you how I treat smart people, your cunt!"

Kylhapper made a very quick movement with one finger to my left eye. I instantly fainted.

When I woke up, maybe five minutes passed. I was unable to see anything from my left eye.

Dizzy and panicked, I rushed to the bathroom. With my only working eye, I saw, in the mirror, that I had a cut underneath my left eye. It wasn't bleeding, however. It had cauterized somehow.

And my eye was totally crystalized.

Fearing for my health, I called a taxi. I rushed to the hospital and told the doctor I had a domestic accident. Imagine me trying to explain the whole mess I found myself into.

He examinated me, but after all the exams he told me there was nothing he could do. I was permanently blind.

My other eye didn't had any, but my right eye was full of tears. I cried at the doctor's office, I cried at the reception, I cried on my way home and once I arrived here, I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up a few moments ago. I'm furious and sad at the same time. I don't know what to do anymore. More than ever, I need help.

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Post #14

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but my internet was down. I got it back a few moments ago, so I'm gonna tell you what happened last Friday.

I spoke to Sarah on Facebook again. She told me she had seen my post and wanted to know how I was feeling. I told her the truth: I have no idea. She asked if there was anything she could do to help. I also told her the truth: probably not. Kylhapper might have messed with both of us, but it was me that it wanted.

We talked for a couple of minutes until she told me she had to log off to take care of the preparations for the last day of the exhibition. I told her I'd try to be there, and she said she'd be glad to see me again.

After we both logged off, I turned off the computer and went to watch TV. I watched the news for a while, until I started to feel tired. I turned off the TV, then I turned off the lights and went, in the dark, to my bedroom. There, I laid down in my bed and quickly fell asleep. No nightmares happened this time.

But, of course, something happened.

At 4 AM, I woke up. I couldn't move anything but my eyes. At first, I saw nothing I wouldn't expect to see. As I turned my head up, however, I saw Kylhapper again. It stared at me with really wide open eyes, its mouth only slightly open, and from which a very hot drool dripped onto my bed. This time, however, it didn't seem to dissolve anything. Go figure.

We stared at one another for a very long time; Kylhapper, with interest; me, with no real emotion. I only felt numb at all of this, maybe because I wasn't fully awake. Kylhapper was holding onto the wall and ceiling in a really awkward position only possible to these interdimensional creatures. It smiled at me, and it was horrible to see so many teeth again and know that they could gnaw at my flesh if they wanted to.

Then, Kylhapper threw itself downwards. It was only a matter of two seconds, but I saw it happen much slower. I saw Kylhapper getting closer... its face getting very near to mine... I finally moved my arm, reaching to the table right beside my bed... I grabbed SOMETHING from it...

And I stabbed Kylhapper right in the eye.

It was horrible. I heard a popping sound. Kylhapper's eye exploded, dripping a black liquid all over my bed. The shriek of pain that came from its mouth was even more inhuman than the previous ones, and it nearly made me go deaf. Kylhapper jumped to the end of my bed and I stood up, taking the chance I had in my hands. I held to whatever it was that I had found and looked at Kylhapper.

"Once again, I didn't touch you", I said. "And just so you know, I'm not afraid of you anymore after this. Now I know you're not invincible. There's something that can hurt you, and I'm gonna use it to my advantage. Try to come near me, and I'll kill you for good, your pitiful thing. You disgust me."

Kylhapper could only stare in shock. Then, its only eye left shined like it did on Post #5, and then Kylhapper disappeared in the air like it did on Post #5 also. I turned to look at what I was carrying in my hand. What was it?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

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Post #13

I’m furious. Really fucking furious. I don’t care if Kylhapper wants to harm me, but I won’t take lightly if it harms someone that I care about. Let me tell you what happened.

Yesterday was my uncle’s funeral. My aunt didn’t go, and that was all I needed to burn this bridge for good. At the funeral wre many of my uncle’s friends and a few relatives I hadn’t seen in a long while. I didn’t allow myself to cry again, especially in public. And I didn’t cry until getting home. Just then did the tears find their way out of my eyes. It didn't help matters that upon opening the door I was greeted by a picture of us.

I then went to the bathroom, and took a very cold shower to try to feel better. I waited in the shower for maybe 20 minutes until finally feeling alive again.

When I came out of the shower, I was so tired and exhausted I didnt do anything else except for getting dressed. I went straight to bed and went to sleep, nevermind that it was just 4 PM.

I fell asleep quickly. And when I did, I found myself in an odd dream; I was in a dark place, walking down a dirt road. My footsteps made small dirt clouds in the air. As I walked around, the road made impossible turns, going up and down and to directions a real road could never go to.

I felt the air starting to constrict. It got harder and harder to breathe in there, wherever it was. Lightning began to flash in the sky, revealing holes in the path I was taking. The little I could see of these holes was enough to show me that I would die if I fell in one of them. I made turns, walking to safer spots. The air constricted even more, until I arrived at a huge wall.

Lightning fell from the sky, tearing it in half.

And this is when it all went to hell.

After the dust and the debris settled in place, I saw another wall. Chained to it were my mother, my father and my uncle.

They all looked terrified and injured.

I was so shocked, I didn't react at first. Then I ran to their direction, but before I could reach them, I stopped on my tracks. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. I tried to scream, but I couldn't even open my mouth.

Then, very bright lights shined in the place we were, and I had to close my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw Kylhapper. It laughed at my face. Then, I heard in my head:

"Watch what I can do."

Raising one finger, it pointed at the wall. Lightining fell again, striking the wall and electrocuting my three relatives. They twitched for a very long while.

Kylhapper laughed at my face again. Me? I was crying, at first with sadness, then with anger. With all the willpower I had, I ran from where I was and tried to punch Kylhapper in the face again.

With one quick movement, however, Kylhapper slit me in half.

I fell to the ground, each half of my body connected to one another by my intestines. I heard the three of my relatives screaming my name. I couldn't see what was going on anymore, but I could feel my body moving until each half was connected to the other one again. I felt my flesh and skin starting to regenerate. I felt the blood running through my body again.

I tried to get up, but Kylhapper stepped on my head. "Ah ah", I heard, "no more moving for now. You've been very naughty with me, and I don't like that. Now you're gonna stay down until I'm through with you."

After a few seconds, I heard my mother scream in pain. Then, my father, then, my uncle, and finally, all three. My anger grew even more and I finally screamed. However, barely a second after I opened my mouth I woke up in my bed, covered in sweat. I was so angry and frustrated, I started to cry. I cried alone for so long, the sun was already out when I finally stopped.

Now I'm here at the computer again, where I’ve been for the past few hours. I don't know what I'm gonna do, but now this got a whole lot more personal. Kylhapper, I know you can read this. I'm letting you know that this isn't over. I'm not letting you win, your son of a bitch!

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Post #12

I am not okay.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that Kylhapper is messing with me, now something even worse has happened.

I lost my uncle.

I’ll tell you what happened:

I went over to his house, like I had promised him I’d do. I should have gone earlier. Much, much earlier. When I got there, his wife opened the door, which was unusual.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“To see my uncle.”

“I can’t allow that."

I got angry at that phrase. "And who are you to allow or deny me to see him? Get out of the way!”

“Set foot in this house and I’ll call the police on you” she said, then smiled her nearly toothless smile.

I slapped her face with all my strength.

Shocked, she took a few steps back. I took the opportunity to walk inside of the house. My uncle wasn’t in the living room, meaning he could only be upstairs. I went to the first floor.

“I’m calling the police!” his wife said. I barely gave a fuck. I walked into the bedroom, where I could hear that the TV was on.

What I saw made me lose my cool.

My uncle, who used to be a very strong man, was laying down in bed, eyes closed, with an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

“Vera?” he asked, and I shivered. That was my mom’s name.

“No, uncle Tim."

He opened his eyes, shocked, and turned to look at me.

"Skyler?!”

“Yes."

At first it seemed like he didn’t knew how to react. Then he smiled and cried at the same time.

"Skyler”, he said, “I’m glad I can say goodbye to you.”

“What happened to you, uncle Tim?”

“Cancer, kiddo. I started to feel strange pains, and when I went to a doctor, they found I had a tumor. Better yet, some tumors. It was too spread for me to do surgery or for chemotherapy to work. And now I’m losing."

I had a strong urge to cry. I fought it as hard as I could as I walked closer to him. He started to cough. As soon as I got by the side of his bed, he stopped.

"How’s things with that monster?”

“It hasn’t bothered me in a while. But maybe we should talk about something else.”

“Nonsense. Tell me about it so I may have some closure before I go."

I sighed.

"Well… It got me again. That last time I came here, I had just dealt with it. But for now, it seems to be gone.”

“I see. Well, kiddo, I wish you the best of luck. It’s a shame I can’t really help you.”

“Don’t worry, uncle Tim. You helped me throughout life better than anyone could have done it. Thank you."

He smiled.

"Come here so I can hug you one last time."

I laid my head on his chest, and he carefully wrapped his arms around me. I could hear his heart beating slower and slower. I saw him teaching me how to ride a bike. I saw him holding my hand at my parent’s funeral. I saw him giving me my first videogame. I saw him playing soccer with me. I saw him trying to teach me how to drive. I saw him giving me toys at Christmas. I saw him along with my parents on my first day of school. I saw him smiling at me when I was still a newborn.

And then his heart stopped.

Without a warning or anything.

I stayed there in silence for a while. Then, I closed my eyes and started to cry, quietly. I cried for a very long time. I cried for so long, I didn’t even saw when the police and my so-called aunt entered the room. I only heard their voices.

"Ma'am, this is no intruder.”

“It is! I’m telling you, it is!”

“Ma'am, this is clearly someone who loved your husband and it’s hurt with his passing. There’s nothing we can do."

I heard their footsteps and my "aunt” complaining to them. I didn’t care. I kept crying.

I had lost my best friend.

I don’t know how to find the strength to go on now.

[skylerandkylhapper-blog]

Post #11

Today I spoke to Sarah on Facebook. She told me about her experiences with Kylhapper. She allowed me to post about it in this blog after I showed it to her.

Her nightmares with Kylhapper started when she was about 6 years old, and ended when she was 10. It was always the same nightmare: she'd be tied to a tree in the middle of a dense forest, hearing the same low hum I heard on my second encounter. Then Kylhapper would slowly fade in front of her until materializing completely. The creature would smile very wide, then it would jump at her face, and when it was within fractions of an inch from her, she would wake up, screaming and crying.

For two straight weeks it happened and her parents didn't knew what to do. Then, they finally took her to a children psychologist, where she was told to draw what was tormenting her. With time, and with the consistency of the drawings, the nightmares started to happen less often untill finally stopping after her tenth birthday. Since then, the only time where she saw Kylhapper again was when it appeared to me in the exibition.

We talked for a while about what happened to me, and why was I being tormented by it again after so long. We came to no logical conclusion.

After giving up on trying to understand the whole thing, we started talking about the exhibition. I said I'd og there as soon as I could, and she told me that she had destroyed the painting of Kylhapper that she had done to avoid any other summonings. I asked if there had been many people to the exhibition, and she told me that it was being an absolute success.

I should probably end this update right now. I'll be back if anything happens, like if Kylhapper appears again or if I meet again someone who has also dealt with this creature.

[skylerandkylhapper-blog]

Post #10

Kylhapper came back.

Just the fact that I’m typing this sentence makes me want to cry even more, both because I’m still alive to do it and because of what it means. Maybe I’m doomed forever.

Here’s what happened: I went to one of these exhibitions of experimental art that sometimes tour the whole world. I’m not big on those things, but this one seemed interesting, so I decided to attend it. I arrived at the gallery and was greeted by one of the artists involved.

“You arrived early”, she said. “No one else has come yet.”

“I figured there would be a long line, so I decided to come early and guarantee a spot.”

“I understand. Well, since we’re the only ones around right now I can give you the tour if you’d like.”

“That would be great, yes.”

She smiled and took my hand, showing me the sculputres and paintings.

"This one", she said, pointing to a painting, "was done by me."

"It's got such interesting colours. How did you do it?"

"Well, you see, I've got synesthesia. Music creates colourful images in my brain. So I listened to some lo-fi rock and painted what I heard for nearly an hour."

"It's great."

"Well, thank you", she smiled.

"What about that one?" I asked, pointing to another painting. "Was it done by you, too?"

"Oh, no. That was done by one of our artists, from the collective I'm a part of. He, sadly, couldn't come. He's very sick."

"That sucks. I hope he gets well soon."

"So do I. Now this one" she said, pointing to a sculpture, "was made with my help. A friend, who is coming here today, made the sculpture and I painted it. I personally think we did a great job."

"You sure did! It's very lively. It reminds me of the ancient statues of Rome."

"Weren't they grey?"

"No, they used to be in colour, but it faded with time or something like that."

"Oh, I didn't know that. Very interesting. How do you know this?"

"I read it somewhere, but I forgot where." I was too embarassed to admit it was on Tumblr. I'm guessing she could see right through me, though, since she smiled when I said that.

Then, as she was about to show me more of the exhibition, I saw it. But Kylhapper wasn't outside, in our realm, oh no.

It was inside one of the paintings.

I froze. The girl tried to take me somewhere, but I didn't move.

"What's wrong?" she asked. I just pointed to the painting. She turned to look at it and shivered.

"Yeah, I understand. That was done by me, so..."

I turned to look at her in shock.

"You mean to tell me you know that creature too?!"

She looked at me, puzzled.

"What do you mean, 'too'? This was from a recurring nightmare I had as a child.”

I didn't hear anything else she said after that. I felt my heartbeat going up and down. Everything started to spin around me, and when I turned to try and get a hold of the wall, I fell into someone's arms.

Kylhapper's arms.

I looked up at its face.

It smiled at me, showing its teeth.

I heard the girl scream.

Everything faded to black.

I woke up in my apartment. I was laying in bed and it was already night. I looked around, puzzled. How did I get here? I stood up and walked to the living room. My uncle was there, and upon seeing me he sighed in relief.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You passed out on an art exhibition. The girl who was with you picked your phone, and since I was the only contact there, she called me. I picked you up and, after the doctor told me you had just passed out, I brought you to your home."

"Well, thank you. Did you get her contact so I may thank her too?"

"Sure I did, she's called..." and his voice died down at that point. This was odd.

"I'm sorry, what's her name?"

"I said she's called..." his voice died again. Before I could ask a third time, I heard something behind me. I turned to look, afraid, but there was nothing. When I turned to look at my uncle again, he was smiling.

And his face started to dissolve, revealing my enemy.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, scared and angry.

"Damn you, Kylhapper! Damn you to hell!"

Kylhapper just smiled as the transformation completed. It walked right up to me and it spat in my face.

And my skin immediately started to dissolve.

I screamed again and fell to the floor. My left eye was also hit, and it started to dissolve too. With my other eye I saw as Kylhapper kneeled right my side...

And I woke up a second time.

I was at the gallery. Only me and the girl were there still. She was crying, and cried even more when I awoke.

"How long have I been blacked out?!"

"Five minutes."

"Was it you who screamed?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I saw that thing again. Kylhapper... it is real. Now I know."

I was shocked. And my face felt very hot.

I told her what had happened in my dream. She gasped when I told her about the ending.

"What does that mean?!"

"I have no clue", I said. "But it isn't the first one, nor is it my first interaction with that thing."

She dried her tears and reached into her purse, pulling a business card.

"You'd better go home and rest. You can reach me in any of these places so we may talk about what's happening to you. That is, if you want to."

"I do...", I turned to look at the card, "Sarah."

"Very well. What's your name?"

"Skyler."

"Alright, Skyler, you should probably go home now. Don't worry about the exhibition, you can come back any time you want in the next two weeks."

"Alright. I'll get going, then. Sorry for making a confusion."

"Don't worry. It wasn't your fault."

We stood up and shook hands. I walked out of the gallery, then I walked all the way to my apartment. In the middle of the way, though, I stopped by at my uncle's house. He was glad to see me - the same, however, couldn't be said about his wife.

"Come on in, Skyler" he said, "let's have some coffee."

"I'm just passing by, actually. I have to go home and meet a friend" I had to lie because I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth. "But I'll stop by here some other time, don't worry."

"I understand. Well, goodbye then!" he said, hugging me. We hugged for a very long time, which wasn't unusual for him. But this time, it felt... different.

"Are you okay, uncle Tim?" I asked.

"Sure am, kiddo. Just tired."

"Alright then. I'll get going now" I said, then I came to my apartment, where I've been since then. Everything's locked, as usual, though I don't see how that'll stop Kylhapper.

That's all for today's update. I'll post again when something else happens.

[skylerandkylhapper-blog]

Post #9

I decided to do something I hadn’t done in a very long while: I spoke to a priest.

Close to my uncle’s house there’s a church. I went there just a few moments ago: the priest was giving his sermon, and seemed to be in the middle of it. I sat down in one of the benches at the end of the church and heard him speak. It lasted for a long while - at least it seemed so, since I was much more interested in speaking to him than I’d usually be.

After what seemed like an eternity, it was over. I stood up and walked straight to the priest. He was young, perhaps even younger than me, and I’m almost 30 years old now. His dark hair was well combed, and he carried a tau cross on his neck. He looked well, and he smiled upon seeing me approaching him.

“How may I help you?”

“Well, father, I don’t know how to explain. Something very serious is happening to me.”

“Come with me so we may talk in privacy” he said, guiding me to a room in the back of the church. The room was very frugal, and it seemed to me that this was where the priest would spend most of his hours when he wasn’t working at the church.

“There”, he said after we sat down on the ends of a small table, “now tell me everything you can about your problem.”

I told him everything I already typed into this blog. The nightmares, the paranormal stuff, what my uncle said to me, everything. Oddly, or maybe not so much since he might hear crazy stories from lots of people, the priest remained calm through all of this. But then...

“And does that demon that’s been tormenting you have a name?” he asked.

“Yes, it does. It’s Kylhapper.”

As soon as my mouth closed, his face got completely white. His eyes were wide open, and his hands started to tremble.

“... How on Earth do you know about this?!”

“What do you mean?” I was confused. But his next phrase only made matters worse.

“This demon has haunted me in my childhood too.”

“What?!”

“When I was 6 or 7 years old, Kylhapper would appear to me. But not in my dreams: in the real world. I would run away from him and hug my mother’s legs, crying. It was after I started praying, however, that this hideous thing left me alone. I assume you don’t pray?”

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t. I never did, either. I don’t know how I got rid of that creature the first time.”

The priest closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“Then I don’t think I can help you”, he said. “If you never prayed, that doesn’t mean it’s too late to start, but you probably don’t want to.”

“You’re right. I don’t have anything against praying, mind you. I just don’t feel like it would be right to start doing so just because I’m in danger.”

He opened his eyes and smiled.

“That makes sense. Well, I can only wish you good luck. If it counts, I’ll keep you in my prayers... What’s your name again?”

“Skyler.”

“Right, Skyler. Once again, good luck.”

We shook hands and I went outside, walking all the way back home. Once again, I locked everything and came to the computer. Right now, I’m more paranoid than I’d like to admit.

[skylerandkylhapper-blog]

Post #8

I wasn’t able to sleep at all, so I decided to spend the night watching TV. At the sunrise, I made a really strong coffee to keep me up and went to the computer. There, I searched for the name I heard inside of my head so many times already. But that showed nothing that wasn’t related to my own blog, so it didn’t help a whole lot.

I decided, then, to go to a really big public library. I won’t name it because I don’t want to give away my real location that easily. There, I read every book I could find about magical beings, folklore and mythology. I read until my head started to spin, but I found nothing again. Frustrated, I gave up.

I was about to go home when I decided to go see my uncle instead. I hadn’t seen him in a little while, and I surely needed to see him again. So I took a taxi and went to his house. He was glad to see me, and I was glad to see him too. I needed to see a familiar face.

We talked for a while about our lives, but I made no mention, at first, of the thing that has been tormenting me. But then...

“Have you been sleeping well, Skyler? You look very tired.”

I looked at him and sighed.

“Something’s wrong?”

“Yes, uncle Tim. Something’s very wrong. You might think I’m going crazy, but I don’t care, It’s time I tell you about it.”

He sat closer to me.

“I’m being attacked in my sleep, and sometimes in the real world, by a hideous thing. Its skin is thick and dark gray, with many stains. The white hair is as long as the thing itself. The eyes are bigger than mine and totally black, and it has no nose or ears. The mouth is just a cut in the face, and whenever it opens, there are more teeth than a crocodile’s mouth. And it speaks inside my head. Its name is...”

“Kylhapper.”

I turned to look at my uncle, shocked. He had a somber look in his face.

“How do you know this?”

“You don’t remember? What am I asking, of course you don’t. You were so young.” He then proceeded to refresh my memory.

When I was about 6 years old, I began having nightmares with Kylhapper. The thing, whatever it is, looked the same it does now. Not even the height was different. I would have these nightmares for days on end, then would go back to having normal ones. But the nightmares didn’t leave me until I was 10 years old. They were all the same.

Kylhapper would pick me from the ground, and stare deep into my eyes. Then, it would smile, a demented smaile that scarred and scared me for a long while. And then, without warning, it would scream at the top of its lungs, mouth open wide enough to swallow me whole. This would be when I’d wake up, wetting the bed and screaming, waking up everyone in the house.

When my uncle told me this, I was even more scared than before.

“For how long would I have these nightmares?”

“For ten days. Continuously.”

“And what would I say when you asked me about it?”

My uncle turned to look down.

“That you were afraid Kylhapper would kill you. But that wasn’t exactly what you said. You said you were afraid it would rip you open, eat your organs, then tear the remains into pieces. It disturbed me back in the day, and it’s disturbing me now.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just started to cry. I hid my face in my hands and cried. My uncle, who is a great man, just hugged me and didn’t let go until I stopped shaking.

I declined his invitation to stay at his house. I apologized for worrying him so much. He said that I am his family, and as such he will always worry no matter what, because he cares.

I now am back home. I’m about to go try to sleep. We’ll see how well it’ll work out.