Entry #1 She's following me again. The woman from my mirror. She stalks me everywhere I go. I would be concerned if it weren't for the sun. During the brightness of the day, she's less intimidating, but at night? At night she's horrifying. She doesn't chase me or run after me. She doesn't even seem like she wants to be within an arm's length of me. But she's always brandishing a knife. I swear every time I see her she's got a bigger one. Yesterday it was a machete. Some days she's covered in blood. I've tried asking her about it. While speedwalking away from her I sometimes call out without even looking at her. I can't bear to look at her sometimes. She can just look so inhuman in the shadows. When I ask about the blood, she always has the same response. "What blood?" And it's never disingenuine. She always says it like she doesn't know it's there. That's what freaks me out even more. And her teeth - her fucking teeth. Sometimes when I glance behind me I see her jaw unhinge and reveal these disgusting yellow spikes protruding from her gums. On occasion, I swear she has ROWS of the things. She's like a shark. And I'm a school of fish. Tonight I was walking back from work. I work at a desk job for a company that I won't name for privacy's sake. The building is about five or six blocks from where I live. One or the other. I usually get out of there by 5PM, but because it's late November it looked and felt like it was maybe 8PM. I could feel her walking behind me. I could hear her footsteps. My heart was racing and my brain felt like it was going to implode, so after a moment I turned around and screamed. I could've sworn I screamed words but maybe not. It wasn't her. The poor lady had just left the grocery store and was just a natural fast walker I guess. She stood there, frozen, after I yelled. After about five seconds she just turned around and walked the other way, she didn't even say anything. So I guess that's that. She's made me paranoid enough to yell at some old lady trying to get back to her home in peace.