The Rantings Of A Mad Woman

Night 27

(Warning: contains torture, paranoia, use of an esse.)

I can't tell you about that night. You wouldn't understand why I shook and was dripping in sweat. Perhaps if I show you.

This all started in my mother's house. This house is condemned and has too many spirits. It's bleak and yet smells of the dead. Rotting away. Insects make their home in the wilted walls. But it's not the ghost or creatures that keeps me so on edge. All they are is warnings. To leave before I become like this house, dead. It's the hook. The rusted sharp and yet so dull I can't pull it out. See this tool is embedded into my neck and connected to my spine I can still feel it putting pressure on my shoulder blades and discs. Anytime I ever think about leaving this dreadful place. It's constantly dragging me back. It wants to keep her here. It wants me to Clean but this house never looks it. It chooses to remain decayed and house the memories etched in the creaky floorboards. cook the slop it needs to survive life. Drown in sludge. But don't focus on goals or truth just stay compliant with the loneliness and emptiness inside It helps to wither you down to nothing.. Just do as you're told. Fold the laundry, don't bother changing anything simplicity is key to a morbid death. do the dishes drown in the sharp cold moldy water. Like the ones before you... Clean, sweep, mop, and scrub. Don't miss a spot or hide a mess but it's hard to differentiate which mess is perfect or needs to be cleared. Any time I set foot near the lock on the door I'm pulled back to the darkness. To the life of obedience.

Don't wake anyone not even the dead..the searing burn of the sharp metal is hot. Searing even, it's branding me as it's pulling at the tender flesh of my skin. Tip toe, tipe toe, not a sound. Be quiet and silent. Don't speak. Don't breathe. Shut out the thoughts screaming "IS THIS ENOUGH?!" Don't wake the others. The silence makes the insanity slip in faster. STEP SLIGHTLY TO AVOID NOISE!! A creak on the floor, Shit..was that me?..the sound of a crunch below my feet, oh no..maybe no one heard..did anyone hear me..will I be dragged back..no..no, please....I was quiet...right? The hook starts pulling me slowly back to the darkness, away from the light. Dragging me by my skin. I've learned if I beg or scream the tugging gets faster..if I try to avoid it..the hook becomes more unbearable. as I scream in my head WHY THE FUCK COULDN'T I STAY QUIET! AM I TO ROT HERE FOREVER?! but I utter no words, helpless I let the hook drag me back to the monster holding the reel...

.I wake.