Becky's Diary. DON'T READ!!!!

Dear Diary,
It's July fifteenth and I keep having those scary dreams. My cousin, Jonathan keeps talking about how much he can't wait for next month; he's going to watch The World Series. I think it's a baseball game that's really special or something.
I'm always afraid to go places where a lot of people are. I mean, what if there was an earthquake or some other kind of natural disaster? There would be no way out, am I right?
Anyway, I'm beginning to feel like someone, or something is following me. It's like there're eyes looking at me from my shadow. The whole thing makes me uneasy. I'm afraid to shower now, Diary. I haven't showered in two days, because I'm afraid to be naked now.
The eyes might see my body.
Diary, I've also been hearing strange voices when I'm all alone, I've been spending a lot of time in my room now. The voices are like those ones from my dream.
Everyday I wake up, another tooth is missing, I'm missing all of my molars now.
Diary, is it safe to assume I'm being stalked by The Tooth Fairy? I've seen that movie "Darkness Falls" I know The Tooth Fairy is a real cunt. It explains why I always lose my teeth when I'm asleep, when it's all dark.
But wait, Bido said something about there being a bunch of lights outside of my room. What does that mean?
Maybe The Tooth Fairy is different than she was in that movie? Maybe it's a magical light that carries her down from heaven!?
And maybe she works with Santa to see if I've been good this year, which I haven't. I have to admit, Diary I've done some pretty bad things this year. Like I used to press my ear against my wall and masturbate while listening to Zach have sex with girls. I laughed at an old lady who tripped in a parking lot once. I even screamed when a homeless guy asked me for change, someone called the cops on him for that.
I've been pretty bad this year, I think The Tooth Fairy is coming to take my teeth as payment for my sins.
I'm scared, Diary. I'm too scared to sleep.
I wish I could talk to someone...other than you.

-Sir Jestro