Lost Log of a Resident

Day 1 of The Darkness

Last night a fog rolled over the land, cold and heavy. Difficult to breathe, and getting more difficult to think. The fog feels more like a vapor, inhaling doesn't hurt... at least not at first, my lungs feel heavy and my back begins to feel tight...

Are the thoughts in our mind beginning to circle? Are we making sense? What is happening to us and the world that suddenly feels so strange? It's almost as if we have never been here before... yet the walk down the river feels nostalgic. The babbling of the running water is all we can hear in the dead of the Darkness despite the feeling of something else out there. There are no physical signs... at least not yet-

Day 2 of The Darkness

We were awoken to horrible sounds outside of our shelter. Despite every ounce of sense to remain hidden, we went to investigate anyway only to discover nothing. As it turns out, only one of us heard the whimpering, the wailing of some unknown creature in the Dark that may or may not exist...

It was me...

Day 3 of The Darkness

I thought there was more of us. My logs indicate more than one person present alongside me... and yet I see no one near. Signs of other life within the shelter seems evident. It has only been three days in this malaise, and I can already feel my sanity slipping away, and all my cognitive ability to leave safety dwindles... I don't think I'm going to survive.

Day 4 of The Darkness

Survival seems unlikely, my shoulders seize and cramp from trying to minimize my posture. The horrible sounds are getting louder and closer. Alone and afraid I have no choice but to accept The End. I have spent many hours cataloguing different aspects of my days. After the Darkness came, all 4 days feel the same and it seems I can't remember anything that transpired in my life before it. What is happening? Why is it happening?

Please, someone help me-

The journal entries stop, there are naught but blank pages until the end... The final page has what appears to be a smudged doodle of a black, sickly looking creature. The nature of the drawing feels familiar and unsettling, like something that hangs at the deepest corner of a place you wouldn't dare to look.