August 15, 1955
It's going to be tonight. I have a terrible feeling it's going to be tonight. I can't have much longer, after all.
I'm scared. Oh, that sounds so ridiculous, doesn't it? Of course I'm scared. I am going to die. That's all there is to it: Tonight I am going to die. And allow me to say something else ridiculous: I don't want to. But I saw that thing again...the white creature. I'm sure it's after me.
I don't think there's anything I can do. I waited too long. I should've told someone. But then, who was there to tell? Who was there to trust?
...who was there whom it wouldn't kill to know what I know?
I hope I'm doing the right thing. If there is a right thing to be done. It's too late now to change anything anyway. Maybe this won't change anything. I guess I'll never know.
If anyone ever sees this diary, please know that I'm sorry. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. And who knows? Maybe no one will. No one besides me, anyway. But I don't see how that can happen. I'm just...I'm so sorry. I did the best I could. I didn't know—I didn't understand. I didn't realize what I was going into...
I hope I can convince Jackie to help me...but I don't know. He won't understand, I know he won't, and he can't. If he finds out, he'll get hurt. But I don't know what else to do, who else to turn to.
Oh, I'm sorry Jackie, I didn't want to do this to you. If there was any other way...I'm sorry, Jackie. I don't know if you'll ever see this, but I mean it. I'm so sorry. Please, please don't hate me.
But perhaps I flatter myself to think that anyone will ever find this. I don't know what I'm doing, after all. I've probably made a mistake. Well, at least if I'm going to go out, I'm going to go out with a fight.
But is it too ridiculous to think that I might be spared? To think that someone might save me? Someone might know, someone might do something before it's too late?
...before it's too late. Huh. I suppose it's already too late. If I really wanted to be saved, I would have stayed away. But I couldn't do that. Not when I knew something bad was happening. Not when I know something bad is happening. And when I know what is coming.
All I can say is this: Shannon, if you do ever find this, I hope you know what to do.
Sarah Harriet Benadine
Age 16
***Well, folks, that's a wrap. It's been over a year, but it's all out there. I have a lot to say now, so please bear with me.
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who read to the end. Whether you commented, voted, or were just a silent reader, I really, really appreciate you taking the time to read this. When I first posted, I wasn't even sure I'd hit a hundred reads, let alone 12k+. And almost a thousand votes! Thank you, thank you, thank you! And of course I'd like to thank those who did take the time to vote and/or comment, it really means a lot to me.
Now secondly, I'd like to ask a little favor. If you could spare the time to give me a little feedback on the ending, I'd really appreciate it. I know there is still a fair amount of things that I left up in the air. There are still questions without answers. If you choose to, please be honest with me. Knowing there's going to be a sequel, are you okay with the loose ends, or do they make you want to kill me? Obviously, I don't want everything to be all neat and tidy going into the next book, but do you think I left too much open, or not? If you could take a moment to let me know, I'd greatly appreciate it, but don't feel obligated.
Also, as far as the sequel goes...I don't know when I will start posting. It's nowhere near done right now and I am an unbelievably slow writer. I'm hoping to maybe post a preview or something at some point, I'll just try to keep you all posted.
But anyway, thank you so, so, so much for taking a little journey into this world with me. I had a lot of fun writing it (and a lot of agonizing writer's block lol) and I hope you enjoyed it. I hope I'll see some of you in the next one :)***
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Sarah Benadine is Dead
FantasyThe year is 1955, and the death of beloved high school junior Sarah Benadine has left the town of Clearwater, Wisconsin reeling. It seems everyone in town has their own suspicions on what happened to the girl. But when Sarah's eleven-year-old neigh...