Day 5. I don't know how I've survived this far, but I know my luck is running out. I hear it getting closer, searching the dark hallways to find me. It was the one that took me, I just know it. I saw it once, the grotesque being looking back at me with pitch black eyes reaching towards the glass with the long limbs that kill anything in its path. I can't imagine what would have happened if the widow wasn't there. The forgotten is what I call them, they forget and it drives them insane. As I write this, I hide behind rubble. I'm not quite sure how to describe this place. Maybe if you crossed the backrooms with an abandoned hospital?

 

Day 6, I have to write fast. It found me and I'm scared. It's fast. It doesn't want me here, I'm starting to remember things I shouldn't. I think that's why it's hunting me, it won't stop till I forget. I must write so you remember. Remember and don't let this thing win.

 

Day 8,  It nearly got me. It landed a hit, but I got away. It hurts a lot though. On my left side it stabbed me and just stopped. It stood like a statue. Unlike the people in horror movies, I didn't stop to investigate. I RAN.

 

Day 10. It's spreading. A tar-like substance is oozing from my wound. My flesh is turning an awful color. I Ca-

 

Day ?. It won. I saw my reflection in the shattered glass where I first saw it. I am It. It was chasing me to turn me into the thing that doesn't remember.

 

             Beware of the Forgotten.