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.