Dear all who are reading,
I’ve been here for three hours and I’ve been hearing little children laughter from the hallways. I’ve been becoming paranoid and hope it ends. I don’t now if there’s a person here or something, but I probably don’t have the nerve to pick up the phone and call the police. It will probably be a hear-noise-and-call-the-cops-only-to-find-out-that-they-left-right-when-the-police-got-here cliche. I’m better off staying here and just getting through the night, there’s probably nothing so all calling the cops is gonna do is get me fired. Anybody who’s reading this, feel glad that you are in your house viewing my journal than in an insane pizza place with nightmares for entertainment. Don’t take what I say too literally, it could lead to dark realizations.
-Fritz Smith????????????
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