A Change of Heart

Journal Log: 2nd February, 1989. Last minutes.

Hi there. My name is Dominick, I have few a rather small amount of friends; but they say quality over quantity, no? I recently moved into this area hoping to at last become more social. There’s 2 months of school left, and I have no friends. From the past 2 weeks I’ve been here, people seemed fairly amiable, perhaps extroverted. I’ve never been one to initiate, and I don’t know if that will ever change. Excuse the long, persistent droning.

I woke up today, it was approximately early May, I was feeling strong and spirited. I looked outside. The sky was somber, and abysmal-looking — I hated that! My hopes weren’t down though — I was used to being in unfavourable circumstances. As a small child, my schedule was frequently thrown off by the heavy workloads I was assigned. It was brutal, to say the least.

I stepped inside my bathroom to brush my teeth, the usual procedure. I turned on the tap, retrieved my purple toothbrush, and brushed. During my brushing session, a quick, lofty shadow darts out in the very corner of my eye. I pondered, and then reassured myself it was no matter of worry. After all, your head shakes when you brush teeth, right? I laughed at my childish woes.

Again.

The shadow darted out on the opposite side, I felt slightly strange, peculiar. I paid distinct attention to the bobbing of my head after I had realized that it was no worrying matter. I quickly resumed my brushing, finished, walked out, and stepped into my nearby living room. My aunt was there. Although, strange — she wasn’t preparing my things. That was very usual of her, and part of her amiable, thoughtful personality. The gloomy sky can’t have anything to do with it, right? I chuckled. I engaged conversation with my aunt, talking about trivial things, how the weather is, all that. She didn’t reply to anything I said.

Though the strangest part was, her hair was a different colour. Very, very peculiar. My aunt never liked dying her hair, she thought it was unnatural and abominable.

”So, how do you think the weather is like?”, I said.

I heard no distinct reply.

I spoke again, this time with a louder, bellowing voice with a slight, friendly undertone to not intimidate her.

”So, how do you think the weather is like?”, I spoke again.

I heard no reply,  yet again.

Strange. Shadows darting out, a gloomy sky in May in California. No one is talking to me. Things seem a bit — dare I say it, haunted, no?

As I walk back, I hear my aunt humming and grinning. She’s locking the door. My heart starts beating rapidly — fear engulfs me completely. I notice the shadows darting out in the corner of my eye yet again. It’s times like these where I truly would like to know what exactly went on, and what I could’ve… done…

”Something is truly wrong.” I ponder to myself. I walk out of the washroom, and head for my Aunt’s room. Maybe she lost a possession of some sort. Possibly I could identify what happened.

As I step into the room, I hear the laughter from my aunt becoming louder, more vile, almost… grotesque.

”Pst! Over here, Dominik!”, sharply commands someone under my bed. I do as this strange person requests. I look and see that it’s… my aunt!?

My aunt signals for me to get closer.

She mutters to me, softly, and somberly, with a sordid grin.

”Spend your last minutes with me.”

Credit To: DyDx