I'm Fine

12th August, 2017, Jayce

It's your dead homeboy from the grave. Scratch that. My apologies to the lovely lady who owns this diary.

You're probably wondering how I'm writing on you. Not the least bit strange I'm a ghost talking to a diary, we're going to pretend. But apologies for the term 'ghost'. It doesn't exactly mean the same thing as it means for humans where I'm from. I am more of a spirit.

Out of the many things I've learnt, spirits, try as you might, are almost inaccessible to humans. All those mediators, all those seances, ouija boards — not spirits. Ghosts.

Note this; unless a spirit makes contact with you on its own, you're lost. And half the time, we won't bother — unless you're directly linked to our purpose here.

Ghosts, however...

More benevolent than demons, but can turn against you. Ghosts are the shapeshifters of our world. The beings able to pose as something else. These are what you catch on your devices, your cameras, these are the things that release ectoplasm. But us? The dead you lost who are unable to pass?

We are spirits. Very different from ghosts.

How does knowing that feel?

Of course, a being from beyond attempting to contact you can either turn out to be your passed loved one — or a demon. You don't find a ghost until you go looking for one. You don't find a spirit until they reach out to you. And you don't need to try to find yourself in the company of a demon — with given limitations, of course.

Lesson aside, I am Jayce. I died on the 23rd of February, 2017, at 1.06AM, at the home of my now late friend Alyssa Carter. I died when through unnatural causes. It was gory, and bloody. I didn't die from the lightbulb that exploded in my face — no, it wasn't painless and quick. I died slowly, in agony, under bare consciousness. I died watching my girlfriend bleed out of her wound through my blurry vision. I died after I had watched that demon take away my other friend, Katherine Wood.

I couldn't see all too well. I couldn't hear all too well. But I could feel.

I could feel each and every inch of my bones ache, I could feel my soul burning to tear away from my body. I could feel the blood slowly seep out. I died before the cops got there. And I couldn't leave.

I bled to death, writhing in pain, watching, and suffering slowly.

All thanks to Anna Carter, a woman who possessed evil unlike I had ever heard of before. A mother, who didn't deserve that title. A wife, who betrayed her husband in the most unimaginable way possible. I was not going to let those who wronged the innocent live free. I would not let my life that I gave up to protect my girlfriend go forgotten. I will make sure that woman and the nun-witch who puppetteered her regretted everything that they had done.

I would make them pay.