The demons

August 17th 1954

I never had to write a diary before, as I never saw the need. This is different though, whoever is reading this needs to see what i have to say before my life has ended, I just can not let the newspaper articles be my only story. So dear reader I ask you this...do you know how you are going to die?...if you met me I could have told you.
I saw everyone I ever cared about die before it even happened, I do not know why I was cursed to be like this but I was never wrong.
To explain this properly let's go back to the begining, to when I had a harmless nightmare ...or what I thought was one.

The moonlight shone through in to my bedroom through the broken blinds, toys and clothes were scattered across the floor in messy piles. I must have been 7 years old, tucked underneath my pink duvet staring at my wardrobe, even though I shut the door every night it always seemed to creep open revealing a black void inside. Paranoid as I was I hesitantly got out of bed, barefoot on the wooden floorboards I made my way over attempting to shut it. There is no such thing as monsters, they are not real, I rehearsed this over and over until my hand pressed hard against the wooden door shutting it, as soon as my hand left the door again I made my way back in to bed. Looking back at the wardrobe it was now fully open, I remember feeling the urge to scream but fear took over and I was frozen in place, a black hand emerged from the darkness, the figure clawed at the floor making it's way towards me, it's deformed body crunched as its bones snapped with every move, droplets of sweat ran down my back as my heart thumped hard agaisnt my chest but I still could not move.

The figure loomed over me; it had no eyes, no distinctive features except a opened mouth that held thousands of shards of teeth. The smell was unbearable, it was the smell of literal death. As its face got closer to mine I thought that was the end, I was going to die but instead a shriek bellowed around the room and my vision went dark.