Bertha has drawn up the papers about being my Guardian. That means I'll have no say about where my money goes. Who knows what silly things she'll use it for. Going to Tahiti. Getting a face-lift. Buying rayon dresses and hats with fake flowers on them. She's not as dumb as she acts. I've found the written diary that she wrote all her comments in red in. Who knows if she's added even more. I've thrown it away. I should have done that a long time ago. Well, I had Susan throw it away, at her house. I wrapped it in a bag and tied it up and said it was something nasty, so not to open it.
Ronald came by last night. He says it's for my own good to let someone else control my finances. He says I'm mistaken to think Gracie would do what I want with it. For some reason, he's under the delusion that Bertha would.
Is he mad too?
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HorrorIn this Weird Fiction short story, Frank Hopson records his days in an audio journal, losing track of dates and struggling to decipher what's real and what's a hallucination due to the human brain's common psychedelic reaction to blindness -- it's c...
