shovel

It’s been silent for the last two days. I’m losing hope that they’ll find me buried this deep in the ground.

Leftovers never taste good the next day. And to think, I dug her up just yesterday.

My mother told me they’d come back for me. Until now, I didn’t believe her seeing as how I watched her kill them.

I have a hard time sleeping at night. The giggling under my bed has simply gotten too loud.

They found two of the three bodies in the house after the smoke cleared. I didn’t know how much power I could have with only a gallon of gas and one tiny match.

I don’t have mirrors in my house anymore. Not since the reflection started talking back to me.

I don’t know how to get him to stop screaming. I already took his teeth and his tongue.