Somebody moved in next to my house

I'm scared. Something moved into my neighborhood and it's after me. I don't know what to do anymore. It's only been a day and I dont feel I'll last any longer. Currently as I'm writing this, I'm locked in a safe with Mr Cuddles, my childhood dog mascot, under 20 or so blankets so the thing won't reach me.
Anyway, it started pretty innocently. A truck has pulled up to the yard of the former Johnsons' house as I was heading back home from my work. Now you should you know that even though I call it 'Johnsons' house', they didn't stay here too long, maybe 4 or 5 weeks until they sold everything and left to seek a peaceful life in the Georgia farmlands. I watched them packing up from my kitchen, observing the terror on their faces and struggling to get out as quick as possible. They rushed to the van and drove right away. I never learned what made them leave... I never learned what made everyone leave this house. As the building itself isn't very significant, I call it after the last family that inhabited it.
Most of them were typical families, a pack of college students one or two times. Once, an elderly couple rented it. I hadn't got to meet all of them. I think they might have been allergic to my pet bat, Salem.
Well, to get back on the track with my story -- one day I was approaching my porch watching this truck pulling up. As it stopped, no one was seen to enter or leave it, as well as no workers reached to start unpacking the trunk. It was a bit weird. I tried to spot the driver or their passengers, but the glass in the vehicle was deeply tinted and I couldn't make any approximation even whether there is anyone inside. Still puzzled, I walked inside my house.
Shortly after I started preparing myself dinner, I heard glass being shattered somewhere on the Johnsons' former property. I turned my head, only to realize a dark shape rapidly approaching my head. I ducked in the last moment. A cabinet full of ancient tablets with demonic runes went into dust. The... whatever it was, bounced off and returned through the window to the house next door, leaving me with loads of ancient demons and succubi in the kitchen. I spent the entire evening crapping my pants from the spooks as I was warding them off one by one. (Note to all of you: demonic tablets ward off spooky skeletons, but I doubt if it's worth trading off your soul for... anyway, everyone is young at some point in life, right? Don't judge me for decisions I made 20 years ago.)
So, anyway, I saw a person in the kitchen of the Johnsons' place. It was a man in his 30s. He stared at me. As I looked in his eyes, I had an unsettling feeling they were observing me. More, they looked hyper-fake. Like 3-year-old drawing fake. I watched the guy for some 30 seconds, then I decided it started to get creepy and looked away.
As I looked away towards the other window of the house, I realized there's just another copy of the same guy with the same expression staring at me. I didn't have to wait long for him till he started vomiting blood. And this blood was also hyper-fake, it was probably some strawberry jelly. Suddenly, the walls in my house started dripping with this fake blood. I tasted it and to my shock, it was actually a cherry jelly.
'Fuck', I thought. 'I have to call somewhere'. I grabbed my phone, but there was just static. I stood there waiting for signal, but instead of it there was some distorted voice summoning Satan in reversed Portugese Creole. Waiting patiently in hope of getting service back resulted only in having Mephisto summoned in my living room. Terrified, I rushed into the basement.
As I was preparing to dig my way out of the house, I noticed a door I have never seen before. I was heistant to open it at first, but hey, maybe there's a clue there. Like in the movies.
I turned the door handle. The thing made some noise and let go. Quite operational, as for a mechanism unused for several decades. As I opened the door, A SKELETON POPPED OUT. Okay, this was not that big deal. Okay, okay, I pissed myself from all that scary. Anyway, among the rubble I noticed a small diary. I grabbed it. It's tied with a cardboard rope. A piece of paper stuck between the rope and the cover reads 'Open if you dare.
I'm now standing there, waiting what to do. I'm torn between opening it or not. Curiosity is strong, but I'm afraid my situation might get worse if there's any more black magic involved. I sealed mysef in an old safe so that demon won't reach me. I will return to you as soon as I calm down. Don't panic. Dont panic...
==Part 2==
I'M SCARED I BURNED THE THING DOWN ACTUALLY I BURNED ALL THE HOUSE DOWN BAAAH THE DEMONS ARE AFTER ME SOMEBODY SEND POLICE TO MY LOCATION
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep