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| - Hello. I'm beginning my own online journal. These thoughts shall not be made public until I'm ready to share them. My name is Archer Hives. I'm a 19 year old male and I come from a small town in Wisconsin, the name of the town shall remain unnamed. I spent almost my entire life in an orphanage after my parents died when I was 9 years old. I’m a painter. I have a lot of nightmares so I usually paint what I see: monsters. A few months ago, I had gone through drug rehab, I had finally conquered my addictions. I've now moved to Florida to start fresh. I got a job at a café just a few blocks away from where I live. It’s a small house, not too far away from the laundromat right next to the café. The outside of my house is nice but the inside is a little creepy. It almost feels lifeless and empty. Paint was peeling off the walls, there was no carpet or anything, just a concrete floor. Strangely enough, the place was creepier with the lights on rather than when they were off. It was haunting, but it felt like home. I left it as it was with the exception of the windows. The windows had no blinds, so I just covered them with a black coat of paint. I always hated the idea of someone watching. Then again, I always feel watched and that’s actually the reason I made this blog. Some strange things have been happening lately. I keep hearing these strange voices. Not sure if I’m hearing things or not. Sometimes I get this strange feeling. My vision blurs until everything looks blue, my hands become numb and my head seriously begins to hurt. It's not like a headache, it’s more like someone rested an iron on the back of my head and left it like that. Sometimes I see strange people doing strange things and sometimes I get an erection at the strangest of times. I’ll be making updates whenever something strange happens. I’ve had problems like these before when I was a kid, but they now seem worse than before.
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