Just sharing my thoughts with you all.
She's worse than I expected. She was just lying there. So still.
When I woke up from the awful nightmare, I knew.
A true vessel must be willing to receive.
All the guilt I had for Mother, for this family, was lifted. It told me that my pain wasn't a punishment, but a preparation.
It's like molten iron boiling in my veins oh god the heat it's radiant I can't me.
like torn night. it is taking me it is in me in me in me in my soul and i can't stop it from taking every part of mewithit intothearkneanasd help me i can't stop myself i
You can’t run from what’s inside you.
There is something in this house.
It is patient. And hungry.
Three days of isolation. Two sisters. One secret about to be let loose.
No lies. No secrets. No going into the basement or bedroom. She hums while she cooks meals — hymns, very old ones. Her spine moves in a way that spines do not move.
Abigail says there’s no one else here but me and the Holy Spirit. She drank wine that night. She told me about Mom... how could she have kept that from me? She’s so angry...
I didn’t have the courage to go up to the second floor to check, but I know someone else is here. C’mon Joy, where are you???
Now she knows I know about her secrets. The Angel. She says I’m the common denominator. She says things break when I’m around. I’m scared. I have to get out of here.
“The angel said,
‘A true vessel must be willing to receive.’
And so I did.”
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