Stories,Stickers and Stamps

 Day 3    A new day, a new dawn as they say but lately, I wish I didn´t wake up at all. Not in this house anyways. Seems like God has not answered my prayers at all. If anything,seems like something else has, and not in a good way.    It started once again as a normal day,Henry is back at work,kissed me this morning and told me to take care. I should not stress,because stress is what it´s all about, yeah right. I still had boxes to deal with after moving and after making my bed,I made my way downstairs for breakfast. My heart was pounding,beating so hard,I was just waiting. I was ready this time,I knew it´s coming,question is,how and when. Blood,knocks or something new and exciting?I was terrified to find out.I had my breakfast,did some morning chores and to my surprise nothing was happening. Nothing at all. What was different about today?Why stop now?Was I really going insane all this time?Stress and it was just me?I sat down to write. It was my escape. Whene...

Day 2    So at this point I do not know what to think. My husband thinks I am going insane,well,he says I am stressed, but I see the look he gives me when we go back to the knocks. I am not sure what to think myself at this point but one thing is clear,I know what I heard and it was real. It might have been an animal trapped in the wall or some kind of prank but it was something. The knocks I heard were very deliberate to be an accident. So I tried to brush that off and hope I would never hear them,and I did not,not for a while at least and then something else happened.Oh,it was so much worse and I wish it was the knocking.    Blood. Usually you do not see it around often,not in your life,if you are lucky and hopefully not in your house. I got to see a lot of it,in my house. So the next day the knocks have stopped. Another day,I get up,morning,breakfast,going to go to town today. As I walk towards the kitchen I see it on the wall. A red smudge, on the mustard yello...

   The black shrivelled hand gripped me by the throat. Tight.I can barely breathe.I can feel the cold coming off this dark claw,its spreading from my neck to my face. I can feel ice in my lungs,it´s burning,the pain. It feels like I am on fire on the inside.Barely breathing,frost comes out as I gasp for air,last breath,while the last of me is frozen solid.It is cold outside but this feels like I am on fire. I am above the ground,suspended,being held.Eyes closing,freezing over,snow forms on my lashes and I let go.    That was the last thing I remember. I guess I am still alive. Still here. Apparently,I have been found in the middle of the field by a farmer taking his dog out for a walk, this morning. I was just lying there. He took me in. Warmed me up and contacted sheriff. From there, they checked on the missing persons and I fit the description. Before long my parents were at my side and this is how I ended up at home,back in my bed,typing in my diary.I do not ev...