Note: Events prior to those recorded below are of little relevance to the story about to be told. Events of the missing dates in between have also been lost in the course of history...
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July 4th, 1982 (4.15am)...
This is the third time that I have woken up tonight. It's not yet dawn, but I can't sleep. Fear wouldn't let me. She has been visiting me again in my dreams. If I close my eyes for even a minute, she'll be here.
No one believes me about her, certainly not my parents who happen to be sleeping soundly next door. And in a neighborhood where superstition is rife, they're the only ones I can talk to. Everyone else would simply say I'm possessed. It wouldn't be a happy ending.
All I can do is write, hoping it'll help me stay awake through the night...
July 7th, 1982 (3.27am)...
She was here again tonight. I don't know how it happened, I only intended to nap a bit before nightfall. But I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed, and I slept straight into the night. She came pretty close to me this time, she was standing just outside the door when I regained consciousness. I was sweating profusely.
And I still don't recognize her. Her face was made vague by the loose strands of hair that hung from her head. She wore a blue gown, one that seemed to glow in the darkness. And in one hand she held a sheet of paper. It seemed blank.
I have slept my fill, I wouldn't see her again tonight. Fear wouldn't even let me...
July 15th, 1982 (11.45am)...
I should go to bed now, my eyes are heavy from not sleeping through last night. But I need to put this down first, else I may never have the chance again.
It has been three days now since her last visit, I want to think she must have forgotten me already, but it would be too soon to assume that. Besides, I haven't closed my eyes one bit in the last three nights. The thought of darkness is scary, I fear the lady of the night. For her sake I've got eyebags, and more. And more is what is worse...
July 17th 1982 (3.02pm)...
Dear diary, I'm in trouble, I'm in deep deep trouble, and there's no one to even hear me out. No one but you. She has found a way to visit me, and my nightmares have extended into my days.
She came this morning, her dress was now a pale white colour. Her hair still covered her face, but something about her was different. Like she was angry. I tried to rouse myself from sleep, but I couldn't. I knew it wasn't night, there was no darkness around her this time. But I felt powerless.
She came up to me, there was nothing I could do to stop her. I stared at her face with all the fear driven concentration I could muster, but I couldn't make out what she looked like. She stretched her hand, the piece of paper held out to me. On it were scrawled three letters, separated by two images of the moon.
D☀I☀E
I screamed... Then I woke...
Dear diary, I am in trouble...
July 17th, 1982 (7.02pm)
I don't want to sleep...
July 18th, 1982 (06.54am)
She's here, she's here with me. I see her everywhere. She's my mum, she's my dad, she stares back at me from the mirror. I don't want to die...
July 19th, 1982 (12.00am)
No entry...
July 20th, 1982 (12.00am)
No entry...
Further events would no longer be recorded. Julia was found dead on the 18th of July, 1982, at 7.54pm. Her wrists were sliced, and she held a sheet of paper in one hand. On it was written ALIVE...
No one knew the cause of her death...
THE END
Okay, my muse took a strange turn this morning when I awoke. But it has taken me till this evening to put my thoughts into writing. This is pure fiction, and if there is any similarities with any real persons or facts, it's purely coincidental.
Hope someone got some chills reading.
Yours, SeeSladen
Edit: this short story is dedicated to the recently deceased Harlan Elisson. His contributions to the literary world is much appreciated. May his soul rest in peace.
So much climate. I had thrills. Keep up the good work:)
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