Chapter 9:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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March 14, 2000
2:31 a.m.

Dear Diary,

Though it has been almost a month since I recorded, tonight is the first night that I have been able to listen to the tape. I found out the software that I had for my computer was somewhat faulty, which made the tape play back wierd. I have sent it back and gotten new, top-of-the-line, completely updated software.

Just playing the tape once surprised me to no end. I cannot keep the recording from playing over and over again in my head. And to make things worse, if it is not playing in my head I am on the computer listening to it over and over. It's so amazing how things on the tape are heard so clearly...

With the new software, playing the tape was easy. I was going to fast-forward through my sister's rendition of the Spice Girls, but something (probably the good laugh I got when I was recording it) kept me from doing it. Listeining to her high, off-key voice, I could hear something resembling a tiger's growl in the background. The growl was low, but I was able to tell that it wasn't coming from anywhere near my sister. It was less than two feet away from me.

After getting chills for about the tenth time from listening to the tape, I turned my computer off. When I realized what I had to do, I collapsed on my bed in a dead tired state.

My questions had not been answered. The question that I asked Jared was drowned out by the growling of the Demon. The now familiar snarling and growling on the tape sounded so close to me at all times, I am now scared to enter and leave my room.

The more I think about it, and the more I think back to the hauntings of the past, the more I realize, not just how lucky I am, but also how fond I have become of little Jared. He has protected me so much, and I would like to find a way to repay him for all that he has done for me. I know what I would like to do, but it is, for now, impossible.

I want to release his spirit; to free his bonds form the human world. But without a priest (or something else that might be able to protect me) I don't think there is any way for me to release him by myself. I would ask my parents, but they think that I am crazy. My sister is still way to young to understand what's going on.

Speaking of my sister.... While I was listening to the tape for the first time, I know that she could hear my gasps. I know that she could hear almost everything else on the tape. I don't think she could hear the spirits, seeing that as of right now I am the only one that can see and hear them. She opened my door and looked in to see me sitting on my bed watching my computer. I assumed that she assumed that I was watching a horror movie or something; she just shut my door and walked away, leaving me alone for the rest of the night. 

I wish now that I would've asked her to stay with me. If she had come in, I would probably not be so afraid of the night tonight. I could feel the cold leaking in through my door, like there was something ghostly standing outside it. I could hear the creaks of our ancient floorboards, as though someone was putting weight on and off them continously. 

As I played back the recording in my head for what felt like (and what probably was) the millionth time, I could feel the anger emanating from the Demon. The rage I felt on that night almost a month ago could still be felt, just as fresh and angering as it had been before. 

I got the sensation that overwhelmed me yet again. My breathing became faster; more labored. I could feel my throat closing up, and before I passed out I could hear the sick crunch of my body hitting the floor (both in real life and in my head on the tape). 

It had been a half hour before I regained consciousness. As my vision came back to me, I could feel my head swimming. What had just happened? All I could remember was that I could feel the anger, hatred, and a form of rage that was so strong, there was no way possible to describe it. 

As I put my weight on my hands to get up, I got a sharp pain running through my right wrist. When I put my hands on my bedroom floor I felt something warm and wet. Blinded by the pain only a  moment ago, I didn't realize why I felt so much pain while trying to get up. 

The warm liquid on my floor was a pool of my own blood. I looked at my wrist, which was scratched from the palm of my hand down to just below my elbow. The scratches weren't deep enough to need stitches, but they were bad enough to still be bleeding. 

I pulled myself up with my left arm and walked over to my bed. Sitting down, I couldn't help but to wonder why I had passed out. The possibilities were and still are endless. Though I know deep in my mind exactly what it was.

The Demon does not want me here. She seems to be possessive over either this house or just my room alone...

God please, I'm begging you.... Help and protect me from this unseen danger... 


Submitted: February 11, 2010

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Else Cederborg

I like it, but I shall like it even more when there is more movement/development in the story. By that I mean that I should love to see the flow boosted.
However, I gave you a "I like" because it's well written and has potential.

Sat, February 13th, 2010 6:15pm

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Thanks...

Sat, February 13th, 2010 12:35pm

garavagliat

I really like what you got going on here. I hope to see more of this soon. Keep it up and you will always have a fan in me ;).

Sat, February 20th, 2010 6:20am

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Thanks. I should be updating soon, but I haven't really finished the next chapter. Too much homework and what lol.

Sat, February 20th, 2010 8:58am

Victor Nightryder

very nice my talented Rayne :)

Wed, March 3rd, 2010 1:32am

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Thank you. I'm so glad everything's back now!

Tue, March 2nd, 2010 7:08pm

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