My Creepypasta (Disturbing Trigger Warning or Smth)

I was going through my drive and i barely remember writing this one tbh but yeah here it is

its Called 
(Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar)

[Reading From the Police Report Of Connor] 

[Time of death May 1st 12am] [Age 19]

Starting from the beginning of his journal it reads

[April 1st 2020]

I swear 2020 will be the worst year I've known. Idk how much I can take with this whole nation wide lockdown. I bought myself a guitar cause I thought it'd calm my nerves, truth is I feel worse. I keep on getting to my head cause I never thought learning guitar would be so hard by yourself. Tuning, plucking strings, getting all these calyces, if you want my opinion on guitar. It's just a masochist's excuse to play an instrument.

[April 6th 2020]

I feel I'm starting to get the hang of it now, as per every night I imagine the tune getting finished in my head. It always feels like a dream but my eyes are most definitely open. The tune always sounds so distant, usually finishing up my songs I don't know how to.

[April 12th 2020]

It's getting weirder now like a weird science weird. I've recently been hearing my tunes anywhere in my dorm, closer and closer. Even when I'm not dreaming, is this something musicians deal with? Or is the lockdown really just getting to me either way. I feel like I'm starting to understand My Guitar even better and better.

[April 20th 2020]

I'm not just just hearing the tunes now I'm seeing them. Well not the tunes as a whole. I don't know how to explain it but, nor do I think anyone will believe me. I'm not alone anymore or so I think. Let me explain, every time I go to the bathroom or use my phone, out of the corner of my eye I see this slender creature. It just looks charred. The best way to explain it is that burnt ragdoll from Garry's mod. It's just crumpled up there looking up in a fetal position with what it appears to be my guitar. My guitar as it would seem brutally stuck down its throat.

[April 25th 2020]

It's gotten worse I just keep on hearing the same tune over and over a fucking gain. With the only lyrics being Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar, Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar, Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar. The Creature has disappeared completely but it doesn't help that it's my voice now in the distance singing along. During the night during the day any time I'm paranoid it's there.

[April 30th 2020]

I don't know what I'm seeing any more. I mean I do, I just can't believe it, it's me. It's me in replace of that crumpled creature in my dreams, behind me. With the same fate  it has My Guitar caught in my mouth. I swear I feel like it's always behind me where I can't see. No matter what direction I look, there's always the behind I can't see. Behind that all it needs to just grab me away. That feeling like someone is always watching you. All along though it's just you watching yourself. 

{Now looking back at the police report}

May 1st 2020

At around 11pm there were noise complaints from people that knew him in his college dorms. That there was this loud tune playing with the only words repeated. Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar, Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar, Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar. Until it just stopped. When one of his friends knocked on his door only to be surprised with no response. Surely this isn't like him though. I mean we have exams tomorrow. Upon entering the room the site could be described as impossible, and supernatural. As Connor was found crumpled in a fetal position with no eyes, bloodied fingertips plucked to the bones, and his guitar lodged down his mouth, the body of it sticking out. With further investigation with no signs of forced entry nothing. The only thing found was a message written on the wall with blood "Oh No You've Caught Me With My Guitar".

Author notes:

I'm very new to this whole creepypasta story writing. The story of this is completely just a random thought I had while I was laying down to fall asleep. For some days I've been listening to tuv reading creepypasta's. So while I was laying down the thought of creepypasta.com kept coming in my head, but I also didn't wanna  read any before sleeping. So I made up one on the spot with my mind running. I couldn't fall asleep and decided to write it up. The tune I'd say is up to imagination as we all probably think of our own tune while reading it. Which I say makes it part of the experience. Also if you got this far thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope to make more in the future.