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Authors: Glynn James
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Fantasy, Thrillers, Mystery & Detective, Occult & Supernatural, Ghost, Contemporary & Supernatural Fantasy, Supernatural Creatures
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and everything was as it should be once more, the sky was clear and the sun was smiling down upon the hills again. I thought that it was strange for the weather to change so quickly.
I am unable to explain what caused this strange vision, if that is what it was. I am certain that it was merely a moment of sickness on my part.
I have taken to using the water from the spring in my lemon drink before I retire to my bed, as well as my lunch and evening tea. I have found that I feel much more invigorated in the morning when I awaken, because of this.
March 26th
The oddest thing happened during the night. I had what I can honestly say was a lucid dream, it must be the purifying effects of the water, I am sure of it. In the dream I was up at the graveyard on the hill, and talking to a fellow that I couldn’t see clearly. I am not sure of all the conversation, my memory of it is fading even as write this diary entry.
I do remember the fellow trying to convince me that there was a better way to lead my life, a purer way; it was almost as if he was like one of those door to door peddlers I used to tire of when I lived in the city, thank heavens I moved to the country.
I remember one other thing about the man in the graveyard, he had a terrible smell about him, and I think maybe he hadn’t washed for a long time.
I woke with terrible headache, so am going to give my walk a miss today. It looks terribly dreary and dark outside. The weather has taken a turn for the worse, I would guess.
March 27th
Some strange things are happening. The weather changes from a bright sunny day to a misty, stormy half light. It does this now, regularly, and far too quickly. I worry about what may be causing this terrible change. Sometimes I worry about what we may have done to our world.
Last night as I lay in my bed, I swore I heard noises outside, someone in great pain, but when I shone my lantern out of the window there was no one there, not even a sign of any passage.
The blurred vision has returned once more, but this time with a vengeance. The strangest thing is that I believe that it may be weather dependant. When it is sunny outside my vision is as normal, but then when one of the sudden weather changes occurs many things seem blurred. As before this is accompanied by headaches and dizziness for a moment before it passes.
March 28th
I had another dream last night. In this one the very same fellow I spoke to in the graveyard came to my home, and was sitting in the study talking to me. I remember asking him to leave and he said the strangest thing, he insisted that he lived here.
Of course, I scoffed at this, and I told him that he was being ridiculous, but he insisted that I was the intruder. The dream took a strange turn before I awoke, I finally got to see who I was talking to, and it was me, except this version of me was not well, not well at all. It must be a manifestation of my worries about the strange symptoms I am suffering, because this version of me was disfigured, and had what is best described as bits missing. It was quite disgusting. I do hope that this is not some spiritual warning of a fate that may come.
Outside, everything is gloomy and cloudy for most of the day. I did take a walk up to the spring to replenish my supply. I think if it were not for the spring water I would feel much worse.
March 29th
I am determined that I will make an appointment with the doctor. My vision is playing up terribly. This afternoon whilst the weather was furious outside, I began hearing the most terrible noises, it must be a deficiency of some kind, for the dizziness came, and my vision went blurry, then I heard the screaming. It was a terrible, terrible haunted scream, one of pure torture, and obviously it was completely in my imagination. I ate cheese this morning with my toast, so maybe that has affected me.
I wanted to write it in my diary immediately, but I couldn’t for the life of me find the damn thing. And then the oddest
I am unable to explain what caused this strange vision, if that is what it was. I am certain that it was merely a moment of sickness on my part.
I have taken to using the water from the spring in my lemon drink before I retire to my bed, as well as my lunch and evening tea. I have found that I feel much more invigorated in the morning when I awaken, because of this.
March 26th
The oddest thing happened during the night. I had what I can honestly say was a lucid dream, it must be the purifying effects of the water, I am sure of it. In the dream I was up at the graveyard on the hill, and talking to a fellow that I couldn’t see clearly. I am not sure of all the conversation, my memory of it is fading even as write this diary entry.
I do remember the fellow trying to convince me that there was a better way to lead my life, a purer way; it was almost as if he was like one of those door to door peddlers I used to tire of when I lived in the city, thank heavens I moved to the country.
I remember one other thing about the man in the graveyard, he had a terrible smell about him, and I think maybe he hadn’t washed for a long time.
I woke with terrible headache, so am going to give my walk a miss today. It looks terribly dreary and dark outside. The weather has taken a turn for the worse, I would guess.
March 27th
Some strange things are happening. The weather changes from a bright sunny day to a misty, stormy half light. It does this now, regularly, and far too quickly. I worry about what may be causing this terrible change. Sometimes I worry about what we may have done to our world.
Last night as I lay in my bed, I swore I heard noises outside, someone in great pain, but when I shone my lantern out of the window there was no one there, not even a sign of any passage.
The blurred vision has returned once more, but this time with a vengeance. The strangest thing is that I believe that it may be weather dependant. When it is sunny outside my vision is as normal, but then when one of the sudden weather changes occurs many things seem blurred. As before this is accompanied by headaches and dizziness for a moment before it passes.
March 28th
I had another dream last night. In this one the very same fellow I spoke to in the graveyard came to my home, and was sitting in the study talking to me. I remember asking him to leave and he said the strangest thing, he insisted that he lived here.
Of course, I scoffed at this, and I told him that he was being ridiculous, but he insisted that I was the intruder. The dream took a strange turn before I awoke, I finally got to see who I was talking to, and it was me, except this version of me was not well, not well at all. It must be a manifestation of my worries about the strange symptoms I am suffering, because this version of me was disfigured, and had what is best described as bits missing. It was quite disgusting. I do hope that this is not some spiritual warning of a fate that may come.
Outside, everything is gloomy and cloudy for most of the day. I did take a walk up to the spring to replenish my supply. I think if it were not for the spring water I would feel much worse.
March 29th
I am determined that I will make an appointment with the doctor. My vision is playing up terribly. This afternoon whilst the weather was furious outside, I began hearing the most terrible noises, it must be a deficiency of some kind, for the dizziness came, and my vision went blurry, then I heard the screaming. It was a terrible, terrible haunted scream, one of pure torture, and obviously it was completely in my imagination. I ate cheese this morning with my toast, so maybe that has affected me.
I wanted to write it in my diary immediately, but I couldn’t for the life of me find the damn thing. And then the oddest
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