I have decided that the house is trying to burn itself down, physician perhaps out of horror at what it has witnessed.
Because of Nancy’s diary, the space has begun talking to me, I hear them all the time. Last night it was so hot and Fred threw a particular dream over me, everything in my room was melting, including large white candles dripping hot wax on my body…it was very pornographic. I think maybe he was unable to have sex, physically, thus his obsession with my body. Maybe he wants to use me for his tool (wow, that sounds like one of Dads magazines).
So in the dream I was walking, it seemed like miles, then I was in my sister’s room.
He was whispering the poetry again. He keep saying she was not innocent, that it was fair as I did not really like her, she is annoying… in the way. But I was overwhelmed with love for her and he left, no struggle…
I guess he is honoring our deal. I was standing over her bed, I had the glove and I cut my wrist trying to get it off, his 10th mark on me. She woke up, first she said Daddy… then she said Jesse and then she fell asleep.
Something horrible has happened in this room.