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2011-11-29T13:08:00.000-08:00

*Hello. My name is Helena. Yesterday was my sister's funeral. The school gave all her belongings to us. My parents couldn't bear to go through her stuff. I turned on her laptop to get all her pictures. This word document was saved on the desktop. I know how she died now. She had pictures saved too. I'm going to post this online, so the whole world can know what happened. R.I.P Naomi. I love you.

Day 1:
I decided I need to start documenting the things that are happening here. It's getting weird.

My name is Naomi and I'm a freshman in college, and I live with 5 other girls: Harley, Audrey, Katie, Peyton, and Chelsei. We moved here in late August. We all get along pretty okay, but lately things have been tense. At first, we thought it was just our nerves, from moving so far from home and being on our own for the first time. But today, I realized, something is going on here. No matter where I go in the dorm, I feel eyes watching me. This morning, while in the shower, I watched my full bottle of shampoo move across the shelf, against the flow of the water. Shaken, I quickly got out of the shower. Even as I'm sitting here typing this, I can feel something glancing over my shoulder. I don't know if it's a ghost or a poltergeist or demon or what. A week ago, Harley, Katie, Chelsei and I were watching TV and we heard a crashing sound in the hallway. We jumped out and went to check it out, but nothing was broken or out of place in any of our rooms. We live on the top floor, at the end of the hall, so there is very little possibility that is was our neighbors. We brushed it off as the furnace or something. Another time, Chelsei was here alone for the weekend, and while she was brushing her teeth, our small bulletin board that hangs on the wall by our door, fell off the wall and into the trash can. The bulletin board was hanging by command strips, which we couldn't peel off the wall to save our lives. I don't know about this.

Day 4:
Officially freaking out. I thought whatever was in our dorm was peaceful. I'm not so sure now. I was walking down the hallway and I tripped. Not just a quick stumble and recovery. No, a full out crash and burn. It was like someone, or something, held onto my feet. As I was getting up, I heard faint murmuring and laughing. Not an amused kind of laughing. It was like the villain in an superhero movie. It was evil. I can still hear it in the back of my head. I feel like I'm coming straight out of a Paranormal Activity movie.

Day 5:
Things were quiet today. Same usual eerie feeling, but nothing happened.

Day 9:
It's been awhile since anything has happened and, honestly, I kind of dismissed the whole thing as my imagination. Last night, Harley, Katie and I came home to Peyton and Audrey playing with a Ouija board. After lots of screaming and cursing at each other, we decided it couldn't hurt to try it out. We video taped it with Katie's camera, but her camera is missing. We have a poltergeist or something named Roger in our dorm. After he told us his name, the Ouija board flew against the wall and the doors started slamming. We stayed the night at Chelsei's boyfriend's dorm. When we came home this morning, the dorm was trashed. The dining room table and chairs were scattered around the room, knocked over. The trash can had been knocked over, and trash was everywhere. Our bedrooms were trashed as well. Blankets, clothes and books everywhere. (The pictures of this are on Katie's camera too.) Audrey had written on our white board in the living room, "Whoever didn't clean the bathroom... please do it. And the trash too. Who ate my bagels and cream cheese?" Now there was a name scribbled at the bottom of the board. "Roger". We talked to our Resident Adviser, to see if someone possibly broke in. The lock was unscratched. Our RA said it was impossible that anyone had gotten in. We're cleaning up now. The RA didn't believe us about Roger, so I guess we're on our own.

Day 10:
I saw Roger. He's at least 6 feet tall. Skinny, I suppose, and he looks like he's in his early 20's. When I saw him, he saw me. He almost growled at me. It's like he was angry at me, because I saw him. He stood at the end of the hall for a second, then faded into the wall, into Harley's room. I called Nathan, Danny and Jared to come stay the night at my dorm, because I was freaked. Since it was Friday, we planned to stay up all night; me, Nathan, Danny, Jared, Katie, Colton, and Chelsei. The guys eventually fell asleep, leaving us three girls awake. All we could do was huddle together and pray that Roger was in a good mood. We eventually fell asleep.

Day 15:
I feel like we're in a war zone. Tension is high, because none of us can sleep. Chelsei and Peyton almost got into a fist fight this morning over a gallon of milk. I know that Roger is sitting back and laughing at us. He's the reason behind all of this. He barely hides anymore. Every corner you turn, every direction you look, he's running across your line of vision. You'd think with how much we see him, we'd be used to him. But that's not the case. Every time I see him, my heart drops and everything turns cold. It's like the worst sense of dread. I called home today, just to see how my family is doing, and I'm pretty sure my sister knew I was on edge.

Day 20:
I talked to the RA, Housing, even the Dean. Nothing. No one believes that Roger is real. We even tried saying that we couldn't get along, so we needed to be moved. They basically told us to suck it up. We're alone in this. Every morning, I wake up to the TV turning on and off. We hear things crashing and falling, all night. He stands behind us in mirrors. He broke my mirror.

Day 25:
Peyton dropped out. She wouldn't tell us what happened. She started frantically packing her things and crying. She told us to forget about her, and to never text her again.

Day 28:
Audrey's boyfriend, Drew, is here. He doesn't believe Roger is real. I'm scared for him.

Day 30:
Me and Katie were at the boys' dorm today, and I was on Facebook. I got an IM from Katie, but Katie's computer was back at our dorm. When I asked who it was, they answered, "Who do you think?" and proceeded to say, "I'm going to kill you." I texted the rest of the girls, but no one was at our dorm, because they had all gone home for the weekend. I refuse to spend another night in that dorm room.

Day 36:
I came back to the dorm today, with Katie and Chelsei. Everything seems quiet. I refuse to be alone. I even made Katie sit in the bathroom with me while I took a shower.

Day 41:
Nothing has happened the past couple days. The dorm is so quiet.

Day 45:
Katie's dad is a priest. She called him and asked him to come bless the dorm, maybe get rid of Roger, for good. He's coming up tomorrow.

Day 51:
Katie's dad just finished blessing the dorm. The eerie feeling is gone. The mood of the room is light and happy. I feel like I can smile for the first time in weeks.

Day 60:
This was a mistake. I should have followed Peyton. Roger is still here. If anything, Katie's dad just pissed him off more. He's getting into my head. I can hear him talking. I can't take this.

Day 63:
I haven't left the dorm in days. The only person I talk to is Katie. I can't even explain the torment Roger is putting me through. In my head. So. Tired.

Day 65, I guess:
Harley has been locked in her room for three days now. She isn't answering out texts or calls, and when we knock, she screams.

Day 66:
We finally got our RA to unlock Harley's door. Harley was hanging from her light, by a rope. Dead. The coroner said she'd been dead for a little over 48 hours... We heard her screaming last night.

Day 68:
The police say Harley's death has been declared as a suicide. After being questioned repeatedly about Harley, the police let us leave the station. None of us said anything about Roger. I think we just made a grave mistake.

Day 70:
Audrey moved out. From what I know, she didn't drop out, but she moved all the way across campus. I don't blame her. It's just me, Katie and Chelsei now. The boys have more or less stopped coming over.

Day 72:
Roger, you're starting to piss me off. You're not going to scare me out of my home. Fuck off.

Day 70 something,
I can't keep track of the days anymore. I'm so exhausted and worn out. I think Roger is gaining strength from me and Katie and Chelsei. Or maybe I've just lost my mind. I tried moving out. My parents think I'm being dramatic, and yelled at me for not going to class.

Day 80, maybe,
Chelsei is missing. Colton came over, looking for her and she's no where to be found. When we call her phone, we get her voicemail every time.

Day #,
We found Chelsei's phone. But still not Chelsei. It's been almost ten days. Colton listened to her voicemail. Every message we left, was laughter. Evil, mocking laughter. What does Roger want?!

Day ##,
I know what Roger wants. He wants to live.

*After reading this, I did some investigating. Katie and Chelsei are both still missing, and the boys mentioned in this story have no recollection that any of this took place. I went back to my sister's dorm. There are a group of 6 boys living there now. Their names are Joel, Patrick, James, Alex, Darryl and Roger...

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