August 20th, 2005

I'm scared.
this may be the last time I ever write from this house, or from the looks of it, the last time I ever see my dad. He;s really sick and all he is anymore is angry. The scratching and scuffling is all over the house now, it started just last night and it hasn't stopped. Mom is taking Anne and i to Reesie's. She says dad just needs some time alone, but i can hear her pleading him to leave with us. She keeps saying something about the thing trying to kill us all, and how it's presence is evil.
It all kind of reached a peak last night, Anne and i woke up to my jar of salt crashing to the floor, the glass shattered and went everywhere, Anne and i couldn't even get off the bed as the scratching started getting louder under the bed. It was like we were being trapped. Anne screamed and my Mom rushed upstairs to find us clinging to each other. My wreathe had fallen onto my bed because of all the vibrations from the scratching. The moment it hit the bed, the sound shot away from us, like something had startled it.
We're all packed now. There are more of the weird grease smudges all over the house, all concentrating around the little door in the hallway closet. My mother is still trying to get my father to leave to, but it's like he doesn't know she exists. He's so thin and pale, and his eyes are all sunken in.

He looks like death himself.

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Awesome chapter!