Sunday, June 8,1973
Dear Diary,I can't sleep. I'm scared to sleep. Last night the static from the television kept getting louder. I was asleep for a bit and woke up at 2:37 am. It was like I was frozen in place. Stuck between two worlds. It was terrifying. I couldn't speak. I felt like the walls were closing in and something bad was in the house. But it was just a dream. I hope. Mother said tomorrow I have to go outside and explore the place. I am looking forward to that. I couldn't find my rosary for church. I put it in my jewelry box and it's gone. I'm sure I just misplaced it.
Signed,
Melanie Hardsy

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