R.I.P Mother.... Grandfather... and "Dad-ghost thing"
Well, this will be a pretty long entry here. Not only will it be hard to type it, but also sad just to read. A lot of things happened today, many things. Well.. Mother passed away.... She died in her sleep last night. I have no more family anymore. Everyone is dead, my father is dead... as far as i know and even if he were alive I wouldn't ever want to speak to him. Cora is gone, too, but I have this feeling that she's still alive out there somewhere, maybe one day I'll bump into here, but till then I must continue on my prolonged path of karma and luck. It appears even how worse things can get, you can never say the words.. "Can it get any worse," because it can. I do, actually, have my grandfather.. but oh boy.. let me tell you about him. My grandfather, William, is the only family I have left. There is a considerable amount I can say about him though. My parents never really talked about him at all, and when they did, it was always something mean, hateful, or "vile to their eyes." They say he was involved in some sort of 'cult' or something. I only met him once, but I was only.. like what.. 5 years old, I can barely remember him. As far as I remember, he was really nice to me. I am going to call him up soon, it seems he is the only man left in the family. Well, goodbye, Mary Palmer, you were the best mother anyone could have. R.I.P Mary Ann Palmer.
I have been looking into that "dad ghost" thing and haven't seen another look-a-like lately. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me... not the first time it happened.. but it's just so weird. Well it's time for me to leave, goodbye my fellow readers, I guess i can now say you guys are my friends, right? Well... I guess.
~Henry
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