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22 November, 1973, 2:34pm-
I remember that I promised you a backstory, so I Eliza Wilkins Parkers will tell you the tale that consists my life of 27 years, 3 months and 18 days. I was born a very pretty baby, though only my mother thinks so. I never had a father even though biology says differently. I don't remember my early years but up until a month ago I haven't had any problems whatsoever. When I moved into this tiny cottage, that was when the problems started. That is the reason I'm taking notes of every single thing that I go through. It's started to scare me and even the thought of something scaring me scares me, as I am not one to be afraid. It all started four weeks ago, on the day I moved in. Everything seemed normal at first. I unpacked all my clothing and organized the house as I wished it to be. I fell asleep at precisely 8:00pm as I always do, I am never a minute off, and dreamed happy things for at least an hour. Then suddenly my dreams were interrupted by a terrible nightmare that seemed so real and authentic. The dream was hazy but I remember it well. There was a woman screaming and crying in a room I had never seen before. A person was hanging from the ceiling who I now presume to be dead. A child sat in the corner mischievously and suspiciously smiling at the screaming lady. This went on until morning, as it seemed like I couldn't wake up, the dream seemed to want to tell me something or mean something to me. Yet it doesn't and may never. This dream has continued for weeks on end and I am afraid to fall asleep now. I have woken up at different times each day which has in fact set me off my routine tremendously. I don't think I shall sleep tonight, and I will fill you in on ascending events tomorrow. This is Eliza Parkers and I am signing off at 3:05pm, 22 November, 1973. -stop

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