Chapter Two
December 8th 1976
Last night I slept. Usually I sleep and I don't dream, or I don't remember dreaming, but last night I had a nightmare. I can't remember what happened, but I know that it scared me. Scared me so much I was afraid to sleep again. I don't sleep often anyway, but I don't think I ever will now. I'll write down what I remember.
It was cold, and dark. I didn't know where I was, but I didn't like it. It was wet. That part didn't last long. After that I was sitting on the grass, trying to make a daisy chain. And I saw something. Something bad. I saw them. The dead. The crawled and stumbled, only some of them walking normally. They looked horrible. They reached towards me, their arms outstretched like talons. Some of them touched me, but none succeeded in trying to take me to where they came from. Because I woke up.
When I woke up I searched my entire room, looking for paper or a notebook. And eventually I found this, the diary I hadn't seen for over a year. I have the curtains closed and the lights on even though it's daytime. It's raining outside.
December 11th 1976
I saw something again, but I swear I didn't sleep. I haven't slept since I had the nightmare. But I'm not tired. It's so strange. Mommy always tells me to sleep so I don't get tired, but I'm not tired. I don't think I need sleep.
The thing I saw was an arm. That doesn't sound scary, but it wasn't attacthed to the body it belonged to. It was bloody and even though I couldn't touch it, I knew it was cold. I just wanted this all to go away! So I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. Mommy came running down from the house, wanting to know what had happened.
"I saw something," I told her. "I saw it in my head,"
"What did you see Samara?" Mommy asked me.
"I can't remember," I lied. She wouldn't want to know the truth. She'd only get more worried.
December 24th 1976
I never sleep. Not anymore. Mommy tells me I need to, but I don't. So I stay up all night. I don't have much to do. I used to play with my dolls house a lot, but for the past few days, I've been practicing something I only just found out I could do. I found out by accident, but I can control it. I can move things with my mind! I still play with dolls house sometimes, but most of the time I move my toys around the room. It's really hard, but I like it. No one else I know can do that!
Yes, I know the chapters are short. It's because I don't really know anything about what Samara's life was like back then. Next chapter should be longer.
