The Samara Chronicles

Chapter Four

9th August 1977 (continued)

"He doesn't know what? Samara?" I looked up at him. He looked scared, as if he'd seen a ghost. And then suddenly he dropped the cigarette he'd been holding and fell backwards, spilling his glass of water. I tried to get up, but I was told not to move. But I wanted to know what had happened! People went over to Dr Scott. I heard some of them gasp, like they were scared. One of them screamed, and the other fainted. I still didn't know what had happened. I was taken back to my room. But they couldn't stop me from seeing. I don't know how it happened, just like always. I saw his face. I saw it in my head. His mouth was wide open, twisted. It was strange. He looked funny and scary both at once. That was why the person had screamed. He was dead. I killed him.

I'm still in my room, and haven't been allowed out once, not even to eat. Food was brought to me instead. I wonder if the other children realise I'm not eating with them. I think they do. They always stared at me. They'd notice if I'm gone. I'm not there. They must think that's good. Well, so do I. They don't like me. They call me a freak. But this is a place for crazy people, so they must be crazy. But I'm not crazy. And Mommy's not crazy. Is she? I think she's here. I want to see her. But they won't let me.

16th August 1977 I haven't left my room for one week. Seven days. I don't like it here at all. I want to go home and see Mommy. They won't go near me anymore. They give me things. Pills. I take them, but they don't work. They don't do anything.

February 30th 1978

Soon after my last entry in this journal, it was taken away from me. I'm not there anymore. I'm not at the hospital. I'm at home. But it's different. It's all changed, and it's not good at all! I live in the barn now. Daddy sent me here. I hate it! I'm not allowed to see Mommy. I'm not allowed to see anyone. I'm eight now. I want to go to school, but Daddy won't let me. Mommy doesn't say anything. Not to me, or to Daddy. I'm not alone in the barn. The horses are here. I don't like the horses. They're noisy. They keep me up at night if I try to sleep. Not like that's often. I'm so scared. I keep seeing things. It's getting worse and worse. I just want them to go away. I want it all to be how I was. I want to be like the other kids. I want to be able to live in the house with Mommy and Daddy, not in the barn with the horses. I want to go to school. I want to stop being scared of water. I want Mommy and Daddy to love me.

March 4th 1978

I can't see what I'm writing right now, and I know my writing must be very messy. The words must be overlapping and slanting and

The horses keep making noises. I don't like them. They don't like me. Mommy and Daddy like them. They don't like me. Not anymore. They love the horses more than their own daughter. It's not fair, it's not fair at all!

August 7th 1978

The horses are getting even worse. Why? Why can't they just leave me alone? I don't want to be left alone completely, though. The horses are my only company. The T.V doesn't work anymore. It did once. I used to be able to watch MTV. But now… it's stopped. It just… won't work anymore. I don't know why. All I see is static when I turn it on. Static like flies. Little flies… flying. I'm so bored! I don't want to play with my dolls house. It doesn't work, it won't stop me thinking. Nothing will. I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere I don't have sadness following me everywhere I go, somewhere I can be with just Mommy and me. Not Daddy, not the horses. Just me and Mommy. That would be nice

I know, not much happened. Bit more might next chapter. Can hardly say for definite though.