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Name of Nightmare: (To be decided)

Fear: Space

Home: N/A; Wanderer

Personality: Curious, almost to a fault. Likes to have fun at its human's expense. Mischievous. Sneaky.

Name of Human: Alex Gray

Human's History: Alex is a 19 year old (was 18 when the journal began) sort of scrawny guy who majors in history at the community college and also works as a librarian. He lives at home with his mother, in the basement. His biggest fear is the unknown body of space that lies beyond the planet Earth, and because of this he hates science fiction.

April 27, Friday

_____My name is Alexander Gray, and this is my journal... obviously. I've never really kept a journal before. I guess since this is my first entry, I should provide some background information. I'm 18 years old; my birthday is on July 8th. I've got black hair and brown eyes.. just your average, everyday librarian. Yes, I work at a library across the city. When not at work, I attend community college, majoring in history. I have a driver's license but no car, so I walk or take the bus wherever... but I usually don't go anywhere except work or school.

_____I live at home, in the basement. Hey, it's free and quiet... even if it is a little spooky at times. My mother lives upstairs with her little yappy dog, Muffin. I was about six when she divorced her ex husband. Never heard from him again. Anyway, I should mention my sidekick, a beta fish named Gomez who hangs out in this old fishtank that's much too big for him. Next to the fishtank is my messy desk where my laptop computer and reading area is. When you're a history major, you do a lot of reading. I enjoy reading nonfiction, but definitely not science fiction...

_____I might as well continue the description of my room before ending this entry. I've got a small television in the corner, and an old beat up green couch in front of it. My bed is against the wall in another corner, next to the door to my little bathroom. There are small windows near the ceiling which are obstructed by some thick bushes outside. Under the stairs is my closet. Well, I think that's all I have to write.

June 1, Friday. 2:47 am

_____My hands are shaking as I write this, but I can't get back to sleep. It's storming outside. Loud, rumbling thunder and lightening flashes are happening within minutes of each other. I've been having these strange dreams all night, and I woke up with a sheen of sweat all over my body. What woke me up was the monumental thunder and lightening flash right outside the cellar window, which took out our power. I'm here using a flashlight to see this journal, but as I was startled awake, I could have sworn I saw a shape next to my bed... It was very creepy, but it was gone the next second as the lightening flash faded.

_____A few minutes later I stumbled into the bathroom to get this flashlight, and I could hear Muffin's nails tapping on the floor upstairs and her whining. As I emerged from the bathroom, closing the door behind me, I immediately noticed that my TV was on. The silent static on the screen was casting a very low glow, but it was still extremely noticable in a dark room. I reached over and flicked the light switch on the wall to check if the power had come back, but nothing happened.

_____At that point, I just looked around my room in confusion as I tried to think of how my TV had turned on by itself. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shape again and I whipped my head back to the TV. It was standing in front of the screen, so for the most part I only saw its silhouette. The figure was short and thin with long limbs, and it seemed to be crouching. I noticed that it had very few digits on its hands and feet, but they looked exceptionally pointed. The head was large, with long pointed ears and sharp features. Its entire body looked to be completely hairless. It had some sort of wispy cloak around its narrow shoulders which sort of sparkled in the darkness, but nothing gleamed like its eyes. They were slanted and pale white in color, and they seemed to look directly into my eyes and my soul.

_____I stared at the figure with wide-eyed terror, and it stared right back at me with those glowing eyes. Though it didn't make a single sound or movement, its presence was giving off such a strong feeling in the air. I can only describe it as gleeful malevolence. It made more sense at the time, but it was like the feeling you get when you're being watched, times one hundred and extra malicious. I was so afraid, I found my back rammed into the bathroom door before I even knew that my feet had moved. As if the sound had woken me up, I blinked hard and when I opened my eyes the creature had gone. The TV was off. It took me many long minutes before I mustered the courage to move from my spot and check the room with my flashlight. The urgent feeling of its presence had vanished with the figure, so I decided that it really had left.

_____I never want to see anything like that again. As soon as the power goes back on, I'm going to open my laptop and start looking for an apartment. I don't care if I have to dip into my savings. I need to get out of here.

August 3, Friday

_____Now I know that I really am crazy. When you're seeing things that others can't see, it really puts things into perspective. I broke down a week ago and begged a friend to stay with me overnight. I thought if there was another person here, maybe the shape wouldn't show up, or at least he could help me fight it off. You're more brave when you're not alone. That was a mistake. I think I angered the.. alien, monster, whatever it is.

_____I startled awake sometime around 3 am, like every night. The shape was at the foot of my bed. It took me at least a minute to get a strangled yell out of my mouth. Usually the monster disappears when I look away, but it didn't this time. I had to call my friend a few more times before he grunted awake. But he couldn't see anything at the foot of my bed. He got up and turned on the lights while I was still trapped in bed. Whenever the monster comes, it's like I can't force myself to get out of bed. But even with the lights on, David couldn't see the monster even right in front of him.

_____I was starting to sound like a raving maniac by this point. All of my so-called friends now think I'm a lunatic, and they're probably right. But that night, the alien's eyes never left my body or face. It was just staring at me all the time. When David went back to sleep, it vanished. The next night, I was alone again. I had my first peaceful, uninterrupted sleep in a long time. Not for long. Last night, everything changed.

_____I figure this experience has made a believer out of me. I sort of always knew that aliens had to exist, but I just never wanted to believe it. What do they want from us? It's a terrifying thought. Last night scared me so much that I didn't make it to school today because I didn't get any sleep after it happened. Something woke me in the middle of the night. It was a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes, and that alien was on me. I could not move. My mind was just filled with panic, but it was like I was paralyzed.

_____I wish I could forget this, but I know it's important to write things down. Maybe when I can actually afford psychiatric help, they'll be able to analyze this journal instead of just carting me off to some asylum for my lunatic ravings. I have to describe this. As I was looking up at the alien on my chest, I noticed that it really isn't as big as I thought before. It's the size of a little child, I guess. A baby alien, maybe. It was the same creature that I saw at my old room in my mom's house, but even more real. The features were still shrouded in shadow, but they were much clearer than the silhouette I was used to.

_____My earlier assumption was correct, the alien has no body hair whatsoever. It has long, pointed ears and a wide head. Nose slits.. I didn't see any mouth, but I guess there must be one somewhere. The most chilling feature is still its huge, pale iridescent eyes. It was looking down at me like a curious animal would inspect something to eat or play with. There was a strange distortion of the room around us, and I think it came from the cloak worn by the alien. It's as deep blue as a clear night sky, and it's littered with sparkles and even moons... it was floating, sort of wispy, as if it was suspended in water. When the cloak touched me, it felt no more substantial than mist. It was like this creature brings part of space with it.

_____The aura of malevolence that usually accompanies this alien was overwhelming with it so close to me. Even though the alien is small, it's heavy. My chest felt like it was being crushed by lead pipes wrapped in a thin layer of cushion. It touched my face with its three-fingered hand and I felt the claws scrape against my skin lightly. I was afraid that it was going for my eyes or something so at that point I struggled. Little good it did, the alien just got angry. It made a hissing noise and moved closer to my face. I was too afraid to scream. But then it just disappeared. I tried to convince myself that it was only a dream, but it didn't work. I couldn't go back to sleep, my eyes were wide open. I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep again.