A twist in the story

Goodbye

Log#1

I really don't want to do this but I have to. My father, the last living relative of mine died two days ago. I won't lie, I despised the man, but he's my dad so of course I loved him in my own peculiar way. Without him I would've been out on the streets. I'm not a people person, in fact that's the reason I never really cared to make friends or go out like other people do. I'm now 28, I'm all alone. Being alone really doesn't make me sad though, It just makes my life a lot easier. For example, no one to judge me, no one to nag me, no one to distract me, I'm living the life. I don't need to give a damn about anyone else but myself, now because my father is gone... I truly am alone... I guess I feel a bit melancholy. I'm not sad he's gone, I mean I now have the house to myself and hey, with his life insurance I won't have to work another day in my life. However, I can't help but feel a bit... Guilty... I think its because I'm not sad he's gone.

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Log#2

I can't sleep anymore, every dream becomes a nightmare. For three days straight I've been up all night. Something is gravely wrong; I've begun talking to myself. Instead of sleeping I've taken up walking down the endless hallways of the house, strangely I can't bring myself to either walk past his room or the attic. At night I feel him whisper to me, at first I thought it was some crazy teenagers or a couple of kids trying to mess with me. I now realize that this goes much deeper. Something feels out of place I can't seem to put my finger on it, it's like there's eyes on me all the time now. I've decided that to keep myself from going entirely insane, I'll write down everything.

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Log#3

I haven't slept for about a week; every day I go without a rest I can feel myself losing it. I've barricaded myself inside my house, why I really don't know. My dark hair which was once a honey brown is beginning to turn white. I broke all of the mirrors, and I have nailed all the windows shut. I'm afraid this is my downward spiral. When I look around the corners or look at the dark spots beneath the tables and chairs, I swear there's movement. I don't know how long I can take this.

Log#4

I need to get everything in order; I need to get my story straight. My name is Austin Reynolds. I am 28. I am female. My father died exactly 10 days, two hours, and 25 minutes ago. I have no one. At the age of 10 my mom got drunk behind the wheel, she crashed into oncoming traffic, and died on impact. My mother was pregnant at the time, the baby couldn't have been saved, my father was devastated. I however didn't really notice a difference around the house, except for the major decrease in wine bottles that once littered the entire floor. I have quickly greying honey brown hair with green eyes... I'm forgetting... What the hell am I forgetting...?