Daniel's Journal

-Entry 125-

Dear journal,

Eliza's handing out candy to the little children that are at our door. She's talking to a set of parents right now that are marveling at her realistic teeth and eyes. Hah, they don't know half of it.

More than half of her coffee this morning was blood. Her cravings are getting stronger and frankly, I don't want little children around her right now.

I think I know what I am. Liza chased me around with a silver fork today. I can't tell if the silver hurt me or if the stabbing of the fork did. Not cool vampy....

She thinks I'm a werewolf. I honestly don't know.... am I? I don't go out at night, so I don't transform....

     I've been really restless lately. I just want to go for a jog, but I'm watching Liza and the children that stop by for candy.

     I'll go for a run once the trick-or-treaters have died down and the sun has set. At least it won't be in my eyes.

-Nyo!Hungary