The Black Cabin part 2

In the carriage the Young Woman watched as her village slowly disappeared behind her. Soon the carriage was swallowed by the thick of the woods. It even seemed to get darker the further they went in. The Young Woman began to grow afriad. She cautiously looked outside trying to search the endless series of trees for anything unusual. Sometimes it even seemed like the trees themselves moved slightly.
The reigns cracked and the Young Woman was thrown back into her seat. The horses started to run making the carriage bump violently on the dirt road. She tried to get up to see what was happening. Steadying herself on the window she looked out again. Something was following them. It was as tall as a tree and its branches curled and twisted in an effort to catch the carriage.
Just then the horses panicked, and stopped immediately. Rearing up, the carriage twisted on its side and dragged a few feet before stopping. The Young Woman was hurt and stunned inside the carriage. Then a horrible scream came. It was the carriage driver. A large black shadow whipped over the carriage and the Young Woman, passed out.

When she woke up she was still laying in the carriage. She seemed able to move. With much effort, she pulled herself out of the other side of the carriage. She had no idea how long she had been asleep but as she looked around she realized she was alone. The day's light was getting dim and she couldn't stay in the carriage. Not with that thing out there. So the Young Woman walked the road.
A sick feeling came over her. She felt as if she was being followed again. The large black thing creeped ever closer toward her. Twisting and curling its branches. In a last effort, the Young Woman ran into the forest and tried to escape the monster. Rain began to fall, and this made running much harder. She didn't know if she had lost the thing but she dared not look back.
The rain continued to poor down. Then suddenly as if by magic, and old black cabin appeared in front of her. She slowly approached walking up to the porch and knocked on the door. Suddenly a wretched feeling came over her. She felt both sick and unsafe. The Young Woman backed away and as she did the cabin seemed to change shape. The windows had become huge eyeballs and the roof dipped as if to create a furrowed brow. Frightened she turned to run. But then a large hooded figure blocked her escape, and as it approached, she froze in place.

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I'nm so sory mom. I don;t mean to worry you. Im ok really. I'm safe now. It just hurt alto and I was getting all upset because of the pain. Those new pills wrok a lot better. Most of the pain is gone but I'm a littleel loopie. I disconnecccted my phone so don't try calling me. Emal might woark but stillllll snot a good ideas. I probly wont get it anyway. She's got me in a safe place so i can justsleepjas a little
Anyway I l oves you and know that I finallyug gotdssome helpp. I gottsa go now.

Love you alto,

KK

Goodbye

He's Here

He's here.

Staring at me.

Through the window.

I
 dont think he can come inside. Thats why he stands at the windows

Now he just waits and stares at me though the side window. I think he has lotss of time to waiste otherwise he wouldn't do that. Sometimes I can 
ignore him but even with teh windows covered I can still feel him stareing at me. It's hard to sleep like that. The other pills are hel
ping though. But the dreams I'm having. Is it still a good nights sleep if I wake up scared and panickeddd?

I wish my cats we're still around. 

I wish my family was here.

I wish I could go home.

My cats.
Their gone.
I just woke up. I have no idea why I slept so long. I went to bed at nine last night. Now I'm waking up at 3pm and my front door is wide open. I can't find my cats. They aren't coming when I call. I tried opening some food and leaving it outside but I'm afraid I might just attract other animals.
Oh my God, my cats. I love my cats.
Mom, my cats are gone. Their GONE!
And my door was wide open. WHY?
They're not coming back. I'll never see them or anyone again. Where is everyone? Why haven't they come? I can't go outside. He's still there.
I saw him after I closed the door. His shadow showing on the white towel covering the window. He took them. And he must be keeping me here for some reason. Why not just come in and kill me or kidnap me. Whatever the hell he wants.
I tore down the towel and just started staring back. It's weird because when I look at him I feel like I'm dreaming. Everything goes fuzzy and I can feel myself forgetting things. I can't tell what he wants. His face even looks blank. Nothing there. No eyes, no mouth, no nose no hair. And a suit and tie. How funny.

I'm sorry I moved here. I miss you and John so much Mom. I miss my home. I just want to go home.
My phone isn't working again. I'm scared that I can't contact anyone except online here. Why does my internet work and not my phone?
I'm not sleeping. I'm almost out of food. I have no money.
I'm alone here.

Dream 15

I woke up from a bad dream. I don't remember it but I felt like I was fighting something. Like something was trying to get me to move or control me. And I remember the real feeling of griping something hard in my hand. So hard that my had is numb and bruises cover my palm. When I got up I heard something drop to the floor. My cats started hissing and I heard them run away. I took a flashlight I've been keeping nearby and pointed it beside my bed. On the floor was that worry doll.

Sometime last night I got up, walked across the room, got the thing from my jewelry box, and came back to bed. I don't remember doing that. It must have happened in my sleep. 

I don't sleep walk.

That black angel

The black angel from before in the hospital

I  don't know who he is. But he's been watching me for the past three days now. I see him through my windows. Craneing his neck trying to look in further. He can only see so much from the deck window. I'm pinning up towles on the windows and taping the sides. But I know he's still there. My cats will never come home with him there.

I hesitated to say it before. I don't want people to think I'm crazy. But I'm having nightmares and seeing angels wearing black. I don't want to go to a doctor. They haven't been able to help with my pain. How could they help with this?

I don't want to go to an insane asylum. I don't want to be in a room strapped to a bed. Drugged up and drooling for days.

I'm so sick of being in pain.

I just want it to stop.

I found some leftover vicodin from a previous injury. Something I've kept for emergencies. I took three of them. I wanted to take more but I stopped myself. I can't take these other pills. I don't even know what they are. But what if I run out? Will I use these pills? Would they even help? Maybe they would kill me? If I can't leave then I can't get more medicine.

Mom, why?