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The date is August 29th, 2010. If this seems quick, it's because I don't know how much time I have left. Until the battery drains on this tattered laptop, until the final strands of my sanity are plucked away, or until whatever is clawing at the door gets in.
I just don't want to leave anything unsaid. It is dark, the only light in the room glowing from the cracked screen on the computer, reflecting off my glasses. But I don't need to see. I know my surroundings. A few feet in front of me lays my brother, Alvin. Or what is left of him. He is broken, left distorted in the corner. His face is gone. Theodore is sitting up against the wall opposite of me. He has large holes in his back, and he reeks of mold and death. His eyes are still open, and his expression is twisted into a never ending smile. I had to cover him with a blanket a few days ago, but I could still see those eyes every time I shut my own.
Eleanor is hanging in the closet. There was nothing I could do. I was asleep when it happened(dreaming of a burning house, I think). Brittany was in the hallway when I last saw her. She wasn't dead at the time, but she may as well have been. She was burned, her flesh red and bubbling. She was begging... I ran past her, and she begged to me. But... no. I wouldn't. I just couldn't take someone's life. I guess that doesn't really matter much now.
Jeanette... I haven't seen her for three, maybe four weeks. I don't know where she is. I don't know how she is. I can only hope that she
The screen just flashed. It told me that there are only five minutes remaining.
I just don't know. I wish this all would end. I wish the tension was gone, I wish I didn't have to be afraid anymore. But wishes don't come true. Not here. And it seems like I will be left in this perpetual terror forever.
A force of some kind, a dark, evil entity. It controls us. I watched as it picked off my friends and family, one at a time, dropping them like flies. And it controlled me as well. I have stared death in the face, I have felt its cold breath huffing down my neck. It is horrifying.
And now, as I look into the darkness, and into the past, I realize. Why? What monster would allow this? What monster would cause so much pain, death, and fear and not feel guilt? Why won't this being just go? Why won't it just finish what it started?
I am still here. I am still afraid.
And... I don't understand.
But then again, I suppose I never really did.