The week from hell

If you think you have had a week from hell before, then imagine this happening to you!

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4. Thursday, 10th of April 2013

 

Dear Diary,                             

                   NOTE OF THE DAY: Whenever you think something is really bad, don’t worry, it gets worse… When I woke up this morning I thought everything that had happened was just a dream, well more like a nightmare. I got ready and walked down the stairs where I ran into the axe guy; that was when I realized it wasn't a dream. He told me I needed to get away from everyone and everything. He told me he wouldn't let anyone or anything else hurt me (again). Apparently if I were to go with him somewhere away from everyone else I would be safer and he could protect me easier; but I didn't know what to do. He told me I had until tomorrow to choose. I went down stairs to get some lunch and the axe guy remained up stairs. I saw my mum sitting on the couch. I tried to get her attention; I think that’s the worst thing I could have done. She floated up and turned towards me, screaming in a horrifying ghostly way. By that point I had figured out that she must have been dead as well, but I wanted to know where and how. I ignored her thinking that she was a ghost; she wouldn't be able to touch or harm me in any way, but I was so wrong. The ghost that I once called my mum then swooped down and yanked on my arm, it began to burn under her fingers, she squeezed harder and I kicked her in the face without hesitation. She loosened her grasp so I slipped my arm out and ran up the stairs; but she grabbed my leg, I struggled and she dug her long nails in and I screamed, that was when axe guy came to the rescue, yet again; He ran down the stairs and picked me up and my mum scratched me all down my leg. He carried me out the door and that’s when I told him I will go with him and that I’d do anything to get away.

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