I’m starting to feel like Jack Torrance from The Shining. I’m going crazy. I can’t even write anymore. I feel like the upcoming days will be my last. If my Grandfather doesn’t call me up by tomorrow… who knows what will happen. I swear to… I swear I saw my dad yesterday. It was no ghost, it was no illusion, it was him. Let me guess… My sister is with him, they both went off to the cult to spy on me… didn’t they? They never liked my grandfather because he knew things about them.
There’s another thing….. I keep having the same dream over and over again. I’m sitting in my room, trying to write on my desk when a dark figure appears sitting on my bed. He looks kind of like me, older… knows things about me. He keeps telling me things. Lot of it I can’t remember or make out. The only thing I remember is him saying to me in one of the dreams, “What you see is a lie, it’s not true, don’t believe it.” Thanks… that is incredibly helpful. You think that Satan would at least fuck with me in a better way.
It doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll wait for them to find me, and when they do, I’ll…who knows. Anyways, I guess on a happier note, I have a tone of books to help me keep sane for now. Stephen king books mostly, and a new one I picked up a couple of months ago from the library. It’s called Through Her Eyes, by Kailey Grimes. It really is an amazing book, Stephen King would be proud.
But… I typed a lot, I know, but I shall end this here and now… if I don’t respond by next week… then you know what happened.
Thanks,
~Henry
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