Unsettling Short Stories

The Diary Of Elizabeth Jonas

October 2nd, 1850:

Papa always said to me "Elizabeth you always had a over imaginative mind with all those damn dreams you have at night about the monsters always coming to get you." But I couldn't control it, it was shadows that followed me. They don't have names they never told me and I never asked but yet they were my best friends they were always there for me. When they were with me they made me feel like I belonged unlike my stupid brothers. As I grew up and started to do more around the cabin they spoke less and made more noises. But when I turned 18 they left me but I still heard them here and there. Now I have to get this story out, my story of the day I died.

June 27th 1850:

Hi i'm Elizabeth Jonas i'm 23 years old. Me and my husband Clarence Jonas live outside of a small town called Pembroke, in Ontario Canada. This town isn't very big and everyone knows everything about everyone. Clarence and I live about 1 day and a bit to town by horse, I would prefer if we were closer to town but I don't mind being out here I love how quiet it is. I grew up in this cabin, it always smells like tobacco and oak just like Papa did. This sacred cabin has been passed down through generations of my family. There has always been big, towering trees outside where I always sat down and day dreamed about meeting the perfect guy and having the perfect little family.

I miss those days with the warm summer breeze and when my brothers and I played outside until Mama called us in for dinner. Clarence and I got the cabin after Papa passed away, I miss him dearly and wished he was still here with us. Clarence and I started to try for a baby soon after Papa passed away because my parents always wanted grandchildren but my brothers moved away and we didn't have time after Mama passed away because that's when Papa fell ill and couldn't do anything for himself anymore. We started trying for a baby about a year ago we expected after a few times it would happen but we had trouble trying to conceive it took us a few months until we went to see the doctor in town all he said was that its normal to be having some trouble. Until one day we got pregnant we were so excited but after a few weeks I woke up to find blood, only blood I couldn't see anything else I couldn't breathe but yet Clarence took control and picked me up, set me into a bath and cleaned everything up. I couldn't think of anything else except my poor baby she was suppose to come to us yet the devil took her away from me.

We tried lots more because I don't know what I would have done if I didn't. I walked around the cabin looking and touching everything remembering the memories to go with it, at the top right corner of the room where that damn crib laid I walked right up to it "Your supposed to be full, your suppose to have my damn child in it, your supposed to be in there yet all I get is blood" I screamed at it not really fully knowing what I was doing until Clarence sat me down and had a chat with me I still don't remember what really happened to this day, it was like I blacked out. This one day will always be here with me, this fateful day after many tries and tears we got pregnant, oh what I would do now to change everything that day.

For nine months we were very conscious we didn't want to hurt the baby, we made a beautiful nursery with the crib Papa made for me when Mama was pregnant with me. We put the nursery in the top right corner of the loft across from our bed. It was like a miracle that nothing went wrong for nine months I was grateful for it at the time. In the last few weeks of my pregnancy I never really did anything, Clarence did everything until we got a Midwife, Clarence picked her up from town right before I gave birth. I remember when I was giving birth it was the most painful thing in my life, I swore that I was dying at one point because how much blood there was. After hours and hours of pushing and screaming, it finally happened. There our little baby girl laid in my arms, Clara Jonas and she is the most beautiful baby that I've ever seen.

For the first few days after Clara was born I never let her out of my site and barley even put her down. She is my little girl from now to the day I die, I swore nothing would ever hurt her. A week or so after my little Clara was born the Midwife needed to get back into town and we needed supplies too. So Clarence took the Midwife back into town. When they left that's when it started happening.