2003.06.08

dear diary #5

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dear diary,
 
there’s a man in the basement who yells things into my ear when i try to sleep at night. mommy says the only way to make him stop is to put his words in a hidden place. i don’t think anyone knows i dug you up again, so you get them now.
 
he shouts: fear is not knowing!
 
every night the screams are louder. i’m afraid he’ll get into my bedroom. if he does, i’ll pretend to be asleep and hit him on the head with a broom. i did it once to mr. dipple and now he stays on the other side of the street after school. we laugh at him because the eye patch makes him look like a pirate.
 
he shouts: pity will not be my prison!
 
i can see him when i close my eyes. there’s a hole in his belly big enough to crawl into and under his shiny forehead he has no face, but i know he can hear me and smell me and see me. his not-eyes are black and his not-mouth is full of teeth. his words tumble out over his chest into the belly-hole and climb up the stairs to my door.
 
he shouts: acceptance is not surrender!
 
i hope he goes away now. i don’t know what he’s yelling about but i want him to stop. sleeping with the broom is getting uncomfortable.
 
wish me luck! whatever happens, i’ll let you know first.
 
love,
-L.
tags: deardiary

  • Eden

    Wow, does this one seem out of character.

  • Sir Froggy

    OYES OYES WE DO, WE LIKESS IT DON'T WE, MR. DIPPPLE WE LIKESES

  • I.

    thank you.

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