Diary
of Nathaniel Edmond
January
16th,
They
are coming. Last night I awoke to something under my bed. I could hear what
sounded like scratching. And scrapping. I looked under my bed. It was a black
blob. A shadow. With two piercing eyes. Small. That reflected the moon light.
Like two little green pearls. It just stood there and looked at me. And I
stared back. It had been found. Found before it could go back home. And it knew
it. Those things discovered how to possess other’s souls. They couldn’t roam
our world with theirs. Because they didn’t have a soul. But they could possess
others. I got off my bed. I reached for the rat. It didn’t move. It didnt
twitch. It was like it wanted to be dead. Or wanted me to think it was. But
when I snatched it in my hand. It bit me. I screamed but didn’t let go of the
rat. When I did the light in the hall way flicked on. NO. I thought. The door
swung open. Charley Bradley came in. I screamed for him to leave. But he
wouldn’t. I told him he didn’t know what I was doing. But he wouldn’t
listen. I held up the rat and tried to
explain. “They are coming.” I said. “They will kill you. Me. Kristy. Everyone
on this floor.” I began to squeeze the rat. I could feel its ribs breaking. I
could feel its organs starting to rupture. It let out a cry. It bit me again.
And again. Blood began to cake on the sides of its mouth. And a smell. Like the
smell of the center of a star. Filled the room. Charley Bradley made a face. A
disgusting face. A face of someone not willing to do whatever it takes for
survival. I made him watch. He yelled. “I need some help in here! Nathaniel put
the rat down! Put it down now!” But he didn’t know what I knew. Finally another
nurse came. But the rat was dead. When I dropped it onto the ground. Blood spurted
out of it. Like a waterlogged sponge. Charley Bradley came into the room and
restrained me. He made sure not to step on the rat. I watched it. I watched it
leg twitch. Then again. And again. I watched it stand up. It teetered. Back and
forth. Side to side. Before it limped towards the shadow of the bed. I tried to
break free from Charley’s grapple. But I couldn’t. He had me. And there was
nothing I could do. I tried to tell them. I yelled. “It’s still still alive.
You have to kill it. Before it comes back with more.” But it was no use. They
just thought I was being hysterical. God help us all.
Nurses
Log: Charley Bradley – January 14th 11:48P.M.
Nathaniel
Edmond, in room 208, woke up at 11 Pm. He was yelling about a rat in his room.
When I arrived in his room to see what the matter was, he was holding the rat
up in front of me. Blood was pouring from its orifices as he squeezed it. He
crushed the thing and threw it onto the ground. I restrained him as he became
hysterical and threw the rat on the ground after crushing it. After I
restrained him he began to shout about the other world and the things that were
trying to come into our world. The same story we all know and love coming from
Nathaniel. I brought him to get blood work done to see if the rat was rabid,
and then gave him a sedative (as ordered by the doctor on call, Dr. Williams).
When I went back to retrieve the dead rat it wasn’t there. It more than likely
was kicked under the bed when the struggling occurred, or wasn’t as dead as
Nathaniel thought, and scurried away. Either way I will retrieve it tomorrow.
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