The End

It is crazy the things you think about when you're about to die. It is crazy the things you worry about. Who is going to feed your cat? What will happen with Luke? Will he find another love or was I it? How will my parents get over losing their only child? And most of all you think. Why me? I mean I know that everyone dies at some point, No one lives forever but to die young is a tragedy. To die young when you could have just walked away is worse. To know that I am laying here dying, and it is my entire fault is the worst thing that could be happening. I knew there was something going on in the house. I knew it was more than odd shadows made up from my imagination. I knew it was something darker, more sinister then I wanted to let on. However, I stayed, and I poked around, and I ultimately brought it out. I confronted it face to face, and I lost. The most important battle of my life and I lost. I should have listened to everyone when they told me to let it go. Move out. Sell the house and get on with my life. Nevertheless, I didn’t after all this was my family home. I could not just walk away and let someone else have it. I could not just walk and leave this nightmare on another family. It was my family history. It was my family’s fault. And if that meant I had to die to make sure it ends with me then it is the sacrifice I must make.

I honestly thought that when I was on my death bed, I would be surrounded by family and friends after living a long and wonderful life with the man of my dreams. Little did I know I would be in the attic of my house all alone. Straining to hear if someone would be here soon enough to save me. Knowing that there was no savor coming. Knowing that I had sent them all away and told them not to come back until they heard from me. Part of me hoped that someone did not listen that someone was coming to save me. But I knew that was just an empty hope.

Wait. What was that noise? Could it be someone coming? I hope it is someone coming to save me and not something else. I could not handle the thought of facing pure evil again. Not when I am so weak and near death.