Plainfield's nightmare

Posted on 21 Jul 2014 20:09


Personal diary of Martin Harris, deputy sheriff, Illinois, Plainfield area

October 17th, 1942

Finally, some rest after yet another crazy week. Some people just don't value uneventful days enough. Never would've thought I'd say that, but having absolutely nothing to do is a bless. A huge bless.

The only thing happened today was Diana catching Willie yet again trying to steal some candies from her booth. Good thing she's too kind and went to me instead of the sheriff — paying her for the candies was enough to get the kid out of trouble. I should do something about him, but he reminds me of Martin Jr. too much. All too much.

Still finishing on the paperwork about the church — pretty hard to explain how a church could burn down like that, with almost no traces left of anything and what-so-ever. Officials from Joilet might suspect something, but me and Ronald did a really good job then. A really good job…

…some already dried bourbon stains…

Damn it, it's been exactly a month since That happened, hasn't it? All that crazy unearthly shit … still cannot wrap my head about what That was. And don't think I ever will.

Poor Ed, he's gone for good. I never saw a man's eyes so empty as his. Lilian visited him again last week, said he's sleeping most of the time. Sleeping and screaming and sleeping yet again. Wondering why she's doing that — he did kill Genry after all, maybe that's Lord Almighty's forgiveness, I dunno. Hope she will move on sooner or later, she deserves happiness after all. We all do…

…more bourbon stains…

Don't wanna go to sleep. I just know I'm gonna see That again. Those corpses, that blood, that damned Book. And that THING trying to get out of Amanda's body… I shot her. I shot a woman. I shot a pregnant woman right in her belly…

I know she's already dead then. And I just know I had to do it. But that image — I don't think I'll ever forget that image. And that voice. Chanting shit about that damned goat with his fucking thousand young… Damn it!

…the rest of the page has some minor blood spatter all over it…

Guess I should go to "The Paw" instead of sleeping. Yeah, that's a great idea. Should visit Elizabeth before that to do the stiches though. Should never break a glass bare-handed.

Maybe Ronald and Rev will be there too. No, they'll definitely be there — all in all, it is exactly a month since That…

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