On July 7 I went to the park I saw, bracing myself for. I remembered the last time I went in the woods and I almost felt like turning back. But I didn't--I parked my car, got out and went directly to the path.
I looked around me and wondered if everyone was going to disappear like last time, or worse, I was the one to disappear.
Even with this in mind I kept on trekking, I walked slowly, looking around me. I didn't feel watched; I felt horrendously alone. I kept walking, kept looking, and it seemed like I was on the fast track to nothing.
Until I heard the singing.
"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay"
It was sung slowly and softly like a hymn. I spun every which way to find the mysterious voices to no avail. I jogged faster and the voices followed me. I ran deeper into the woods and didn't stop until I couldn't hear it anymore.
But I was lost. In my panic I mindlessly went along any small paths that took me away from them, and in the process left me worse off.
The birds were silent and the wind blew no leaves. My cellphone got no service and no one could hear me cry out. Yes, I was alone. But I didn't stop.
I remember thinking about how stupid I was for going here and falling into what seemed to be an obvious trap. I was scared that fate would leave me here to rot.
But as I cursed myself and wondered what I should do, I came upon a large, noble alder tree, and on one of the lower branches hung a purple pouch. Curiously I untied the strings holding it together and found a key.
It was small and coppery with no sort of markings on it. I pocketed it and continued my journey out of here. Not even halfway I saw another alder tree with yet another purple pouch. Again I opened it and found a medium-sized, silvery key. This I pocketed also and kept going.
Finally I found one last alder tree, one last purple pouch, and one last key. This time it was large and gold colored.
It was beyond strange and let me a but unnerve. By the grace of God I managed to navigate my way out of the woods and back into the park. Everyone was still there, albeit a little less people. I drove home with the radio blasting to get the sound of silence out of my head.
I still have the keys and I don't know what they're for. But I'll keep them just in case.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
Possible
I'm sorry that June got away from me. Nothing has been happening, really, despite me trying and failing to get somewhere. The police are no help--they think I'm nuts, so they're out. I don't want to involve my girls in this at all; I'm terrified that thing will follow them.
I've tried and failed to connect with the Moores, but each time I get nothing. Are they that busy, or do they not want anything to do with me? I think it would be for the best if I not call them again for a while and see if it's still like this.
The only clue I have is this: I spent what would have been the second wedding anniversary of Catherine and I in bed, strangely weak. My head pounded and I couldn't move, but I do remember snippets of dreams.
Woods. Lots of woods. Trees so thick you couldn't help but feel claustrophobic. I remember what they look like...it's in a park near me. I'll go and try there.
But I hope I won't regret what I find.
I've tried and failed to connect with the Moores, but each time I get nothing. Are they that busy, or do they not want anything to do with me? I think it would be for the best if I not call them again for a while and see if it's still like this.
The only clue I have is this: I spent what would have been the second wedding anniversary of Catherine and I in bed, strangely weak. My head pounded and I couldn't move, but I do remember snippets of dreams.
Woods. Lots of woods. Trees so thick you couldn't help but feel claustrophobic. I remember what they look like...it's in a park near me. I'll go and try there.
But I hope I won't regret what I find.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Happy Birthday, Vivian!
And you are twenty-four this fine day. That Tex-Mex place you found was delicious! I'm glad you liked the CDs we gave you.
I'm feeling better now. The cough has gone away and I can talk without my throat hurting. I had my time off, now it's back on schedule.
I'm going to start looking again.
I'm feeling better now. The cough has gone away and I can talk without my throat hurting. I had my time off, now it's back on schedule.
I'm going to start looking again.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Happy Birthday to Me
So today I am 24, and still sick. I'm coughing up bloody mucus and my poor mother had to listen to me hack away all night. Due to me being sick we had to cancel the reservation to this nice restaurant. I feel so bad, but I'm even more mad at the fact that thing has something to do with my illness.
As soon as I'm better I'm going to keep up with my search.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms out there; you do so much for us little ones and we're eternally grateful. Keep on being awesome, moms.
As soon as I'm better I'm going to keep up with my search.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the moms out there; you do so much for us little ones and we're eternally grateful. Keep on being awesome, moms.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Sick Dreams
I haven't been feeling so good. It started last Friday and even a week later I don't think I'll be well for my birthday. My coughs are wet and ragged, my body is weak, my head feels heavier than bricks. Doctors called it a cold, but I'm not so sure.
The other night I had another dream. I was in a field, located somewhere in the middle of a forest. Before me was the most flawless pomegranate I've ever seen. I picked it up, and from it I heard the unmistakable sound of a human heartbeat. I carried the fruit closer to the middle of the meadow and, with my nail, pried it open effortlessly. Whether it was juice or blood that flowed from it, I didn't know, but I ate the tiny seeds regardless.
I can't remember the taste, only that I ate them like my life depended on it. It finished it in seconds, the rinds withering and decaying in that same time.
Catherine stood in front of me, wearing the clothes that her body was found in: worn denim jeans, a light purple top with a floral design on the front. Suddenly her neck opened wide as did her stomach.
Her guts spilled from the wound and she mouthed words I could not decipher. Blood pooled around her and drenched her clothes like an ancient dye.
And behind her were lines of people sized Venetian dolls, staring at me emotionlessly...so why do I get the feeling that they were smiling?
I woke up feeling nauseous and so full of sadness. The rain falls on my window, mocking me.
I need to find answers. I don't care if I'm the only one who will do it.
The other night I had another dream. I was in a field, located somewhere in the middle of a forest. Before me was the most flawless pomegranate I've ever seen. I picked it up, and from it I heard the unmistakable sound of a human heartbeat. I carried the fruit closer to the middle of the meadow and, with my nail, pried it open effortlessly. Whether it was juice or blood that flowed from it, I didn't know, but I ate the tiny seeds regardless.
I can't remember the taste, only that I ate them like my life depended on it. It finished it in seconds, the rinds withering and decaying in that same time.
Catherine stood in front of me, wearing the clothes that her body was found in: worn denim jeans, a light purple top with a floral design on the front. Suddenly her neck opened wide as did her stomach.
Her guts spilled from the wound and she mouthed words I could not decipher. Blood pooled around her and drenched her clothes like an ancient dye.
And behind her were lines of people sized Venetian dolls, staring at me emotionlessly...so why do I get the feeling that they were smiling?
I woke up feeling nauseous and so full of sadness. The rain falls on my window, mocking me.
I need to find answers. I don't care if I'm the only one who will do it.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Happy Birthday, Florence
Hey, I hope you had a wonderful day! Did you like the manga we got for you? We all pitched in and got it for you special.
I do want to let you know that I've been feeling better since the last time it rained. How many days ago was it, again? Can't remember, but I do recall the feeling of dread mixed with the smell of damp earth.
I had been running errands for my mom and I was on the phone with Florence at the time. She gushed over how much she loved the new Captain America move, how she had seen it three times already and wanted us to see it, too.
I shuffled the bags into the backseat of my car when I saw it again. Like the times before, it didn't move but stood at a reasonable distance away from me. I hastily ended the call, but not before telling Florence to keep her phone nearby just in case. It was then that the rain became a downpour, the raindrops drenching my hair and running into my face, forming a constellation on my long lashes.
Could this thing control weather?
Like a child I snuck into my car and waited until the heavy rain lightened. The radio had been reduced to static; no matter which channel I tuned to it was all the same white noise. I flipped to channel 004 when I heard something...something I can't describe.
What I can formulate was it sounded like a chant--no, it was a chant. Through the static I swore I heard voices crying out eye-ah, eye-ah and then more things I couldn't decipher. I listened closer, and this is what I got:
Eye-ah ???, hear our voice
???, soul and voice of darkness
??? alal, hear our voice
Take our ??? we may hear you
Take our ??? so we may se you
I was chilled to the bone. I turned the car off and for a few blissful minutes all was silent except for the rain.
But that was ruined when I looked through windshield...it was standing only nine feet away from me. I could do nothing but stare in horror. I did not scream; I couldn't scream. The fear had silenced me.
I shut my eyes tight and cried, my heart beating like a drum in my chest and the sickening feeling that it was leering at me. Please go away, please go away, please go away...!!
The rain stopped completely; the only evidence of it was the dark clouds and the wet surfaces. I hesitated to start the car, but through the anxiety I found it in me to do so. The radio was back to normal and I drove home with the alternative rock station blaring.
I called Florence when I pulled into the driveway, hands still shaking.
"Flo...?"
"Ellie? Holy shit, are you alright?"
"I...Flo, listen. I don't--I think that I...something almost jumped me."
"What did he look like?" she snarled out protectively, "Who tried to hurt you? Did he have a knife or anything?"
"No! He--it didn't have anything." Just the possible power over nature. "He was just really scary looking and I didn't feel safe. I hid in my car and he...lost interest, I suppose. I'm home now, though! And feeling much better now that I'm talking to you." That wasn't a lie. The sun had started to peek through the clouds and Florence's voice eased my nerves.
She sighed, "All right then. If anyone tries to fuck with you, just call me and I'll burn them alive."
"I love you too, Florence."
"I'm serious."
"I know, I know," it felt good to laugh out the words, and after some minor small talk the call ended.
I really am feeling so much better...I just don't want it to rain anytime soon.
I do want to let you know that I've been feeling better since the last time it rained. How many days ago was it, again? Can't remember, but I do recall the feeling of dread mixed with the smell of damp earth.
I had been running errands for my mom and I was on the phone with Florence at the time. She gushed over how much she loved the new Captain America move, how she had seen it three times already and wanted us to see it, too.
I shuffled the bags into the backseat of my car when I saw it again. Like the times before, it didn't move but stood at a reasonable distance away from me. I hastily ended the call, but not before telling Florence to keep her phone nearby just in case. It was then that the rain became a downpour, the raindrops drenching my hair and running into my face, forming a constellation on my long lashes.
Could this thing control weather?
Like a child I snuck into my car and waited until the heavy rain lightened. The radio had been reduced to static; no matter which channel I tuned to it was all the same white noise. I flipped to channel 004 when I heard something...something I can't describe.
What I can formulate was it sounded like a chant--no, it was a chant. Through the static I swore I heard voices crying out eye-ah, eye-ah and then more things I couldn't decipher. I listened closer, and this is what I got:
Eye-ah ???, hear our voice
???, soul and voice of darkness
??? alal, hear our voice
Take our ??? we may hear you
Take our ??? so we may se you
I was chilled to the bone. I turned the car off and for a few blissful minutes all was silent except for the rain.
But that was ruined when I looked through windshield...it was standing only nine feet away from me. I could do nothing but stare in horror. I did not scream; I couldn't scream. The fear had silenced me.
I shut my eyes tight and cried, my heart beating like a drum in my chest and the sickening feeling that it was leering at me. Please go away, please go away, please go away...!!
The rain stopped completely; the only evidence of it was the dark clouds and the wet surfaces. I hesitated to start the car, but through the anxiety I found it in me to do so. The radio was back to normal and I drove home with the alternative rock station blaring.
I called Florence when I pulled into the driveway, hands still shaking.
"Flo...?"
"Ellie? Holy shit, are you alright?"
"I...Flo, listen. I don't--I think that I...something almost jumped me."
"What did he look like?" she snarled out protectively, "Who tried to hurt you? Did he have a knife or anything?"
"No! He--it didn't have anything." Just the possible power over nature. "He was just really scary looking and I didn't feel safe. I hid in my car and he...lost interest, I suppose. I'm home now, though! And feeling much better now that I'm talking to you." That wasn't a lie. The sun had started to peek through the clouds and Florence's voice eased my nerves.
She sighed, "All right then. If anyone tries to fuck with you, just call me and I'll burn them alive."
"I love you too, Florence."
"I'm serious."
"I know, I know," it felt good to laugh out the words, and after some minor small talk the call ended.
I really am feeling so much better...I just don't want it to rain anytime soon.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
The Test
Eight days later I sat back in Dr. Frey's office. Instead of my usual, comfy seat I was led to a plain wooden chair, old and worn, which audibly creaked when I sat. He had me place my hands palm down on the small desk before me and walked away, pulling out a small sheet of paper.
"Now, Elizabeth, I want you to clear your mind completely. If you like you can close your eyes. I'm going to read you a list of words and you will tell me what you associate them with. Is this alright?"
I nodded, "Yeah, it is."
He leaned back into his chair, stopwatch in hand and paper in the other. "Good. Alright, first word: apple."
I said, "Pie."
"Doll," he murmured.
"Porcelain."
"Wolf."
"Wild."
"King."
"Crown."
"Darkness."
"Light."
"Baby."
"Family."
"Sex."
"...family..." my fingers curled against the cool desk. Suddenly I had a rush of memories of Catherine with me, bare breasted in the moonlight as we spoke of our hopes and dreams. "Yeah, family."
Dr. Frey 'hmmed' and wrote something down. "I see, Elizabeth." He was silent for a moment, and I looked up from my pale hands to the diploma adorned wall before me. "You're anxious...you haven't gotten over Catherine, have you? This just shows me that you're hanging on to your beloved with an iron grip. You're not giving up on her or on finding her supposed killer."
I broke down inside. I evened out my voice as best I could, "I never will give up, Dr. Frey. I never will. I understand that, I accept that. I will go the rest of my life with my four best friends, but never another girlfriend."
I turned to look at him, and he gazed back at me with a heartbroken expression, "It can always get better, you know. You seem to not be giving it a chance."
He stood up and I followed suit. He scheduled me in for another three weeks. "Let me know if you see this black figure again."
Naomi's birthday came on the 10th of March, and on that day, at her house, while we laughed and joked and enjoyed ourselves, I saw it standing in the calmly in the twilight, right on the backyard lawn.
My throat tightened and I felt every vein in my body freeze. I chugged my decently sized glass of sangria to get moisture back into my mouth, and in the moment my eyes were averted, it seemed to come closer.
"Elizabeth?" Rebecca nudged me slightly, "You alright?"
I made the mistake of turning my head towards her, "I'm...sorry, I'm just out of it." I looked back to the window and it came just a few feet closer. My heart began to beat faster.
"No, you're not 'just out of it,'" Florence placed her glass on the coffee table. "What's the matter?
You're whiter than a ghost right now. You're not like that"
I blinked. It came closer. What could I say...?
"Don't look behind you," I whimpered, "Please, please don't."
"What?" Vivian's brow furrowed and she made the move to look at the window behind us. I grabbed her shoulders too roughly. "Ow! Elizabeth, what the fuck?"
Naomi turned around. She turned around as I held Vivian, went outside to check it out. I screamed at her to come back inside...she did, "Elizabeth, there's nothing out there. What's going on? Why did you freak out?"
What could I tell them? What could I say? "Please stay inside, girls. I don't want to lose you..." I broke down right on the floral couch, my tears landing on my glasses. My poor girls, they were so confused and worried. This was Naomi's special day and it ruined it. I ruined it.
For now it disappeared...but how long until it comes back?
"Now, Elizabeth, I want you to clear your mind completely. If you like you can close your eyes. I'm going to read you a list of words and you will tell me what you associate them with. Is this alright?"
I nodded, "Yeah, it is."
He leaned back into his chair, stopwatch in hand and paper in the other. "Good. Alright, first word: apple."
I said, "Pie."
"Doll," he murmured.
"Porcelain."
"Wolf."
"Wild."
"King."
"Crown."
"Darkness."
"Light."
"Baby."
"Family."
"Sex."
"...family..." my fingers curled against the cool desk. Suddenly I had a rush of memories of Catherine with me, bare breasted in the moonlight as we spoke of our hopes and dreams. "Yeah, family."
Dr. Frey 'hmmed' and wrote something down. "I see, Elizabeth." He was silent for a moment, and I looked up from my pale hands to the diploma adorned wall before me. "You're anxious...you haven't gotten over Catherine, have you? This just shows me that you're hanging on to your beloved with an iron grip. You're not giving up on her or on finding her supposed killer."
I broke down inside. I evened out my voice as best I could, "I never will give up, Dr. Frey. I never will. I understand that, I accept that. I will go the rest of my life with my four best friends, but never another girlfriend."
I turned to look at him, and he gazed back at me with a heartbroken expression, "It can always get better, you know. You seem to not be giving it a chance."
He stood up and I followed suit. He scheduled me in for another three weeks. "Let me know if you see this black figure again."
Naomi's birthday came on the 10th of March, and on that day, at her house, while we laughed and joked and enjoyed ourselves, I saw it standing in the calmly in the twilight, right on the backyard lawn.
My throat tightened and I felt every vein in my body freeze. I chugged my decently sized glass of sangria to get moisture back into my mouth, and in the moment my eyes were averted, it seemed to come closer.
"Elizabeth?" Rebecca nudged me slightly, "You alright?"
I made the mistake of turning my head towards her, "I'm...sorry, I'm just out of it." I looked back to the window and it came just a few feet closer. My heart began to beat faster.
"No, you're not 'just out of it,'" Florence placed her glass on the coffee table. "What's the matter?
You're whiter than a ghost right now. You're not like that"
I blinked. It came closer. What could I say...?
"Don't look behind you," I whimpered, "Please, please don't."
"What?" Vivian's brow furrowed and she made the move to look at the window behind us. I grabbed her shoulders too roughly. "Ow! Elizabeth, what the fuck?"
Naomi turned around. She turned around as I held Vivian, went outside to check it out. I screamed at her to come back inside...she did, "Elizabeth, there's nothing out there. What's going on? Why did you freak out?"
What could I tell them? What could I say? "Please stay inside, girls. I don't want to lose you..." I broke down right on the floral couch, my tears landing on my glasses. My poor girls, they were so confused and worried. This was Naomi's special day and it ruined it. I ruined it.
For now it disappeared...but how long until it comes back?
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