November 12, 2010
This was the first day. I’m writing this one as one of the catch up journals. What happened was the dejá vu. But I had never been there. I swear I never had. We were driving from Colorado to Illinois. It was fairly long drive. We drove for a few hours and then we came to that place. The place I swear I knew. I said to my mom
“Momma, I remember the last time we were here!” She looked at me sideways and fake smiled. “We haven’t ever driven here…” She said. I lost my smile “Oh… Ok.” I dropped it., confused and a little frightened.
September 24, 2011
We were sitting around the fire with a friend who had come to visit. The dejá had happened a few times. Nothing major, but not little. I had learned not to tell. There were a few seconds of that woman moving to get something out of her purse, and I’m sure I had seen it. I remembered the rest of the image and yelled as her hand went into her purse. She didn’t pull the gun, and she didn’t shoot my dad. I simply told them a wasp stung me.
July 9, 2012
This is becoming amazing! I’ve gotten so much stuff from the dejá vu! I’m so much more powerful than anyone else! Today I earned $700 dollars from my friend! I knew he brought it to school and I took it. I don’t even feel bad! the dejá tells me when it’s the right thing!
January 5, 2013
It caught me. I got the dejá and tried to take someone’s money. Then the world exploded in my face. I fell through the floor. I landed hard on a stone floor in a stone room with three other people. They weren’t people anymore. They were skinny, and horrible, and vicious. One of them was lording it over the other two.. They saw me and came after me. One of them bit me. They dragged me to the floor. my head slammed against the hard stone.
January 9, 2013
I’m stuck in the pit, now all on my own. I killed them. After two days I got used to eating them. I keep getting more sores and less fat and muscle. I am losing my humanity.
January 17, 2013
I cannot die, it would appear. I ran out of food 7 days ago. I am hurting, thin, doubled over in pain. I am no longer completely human.
January 17, 4013
Hello, diary., I’m writing for my 2,000 year anniversary. There have been more people that come. No matter how many I eat, the hunger stays. I have evolved. My teeth are like needles, my hair like wet hay. My skin is red and bloody all of the time. I am literally skin and bones. I do not understand how I move.
January 17, 14,013
My name is Fear. You cannot escape me. 12,000 years I have survived. You cannot escape the thoughts I send you. I have learned to escape. The hunger never leaves. I have learned to take souls without taking flesh. It is incredible. I. Am. FEAR. You know my thoughts, and soon… Soon, I will take you… and you cannot escape.