Started this a couple days ago and didn't finish it till now.
Challenge: Write for at least 700 words about a period of severe weather, a window, and a journal.
Turned out a bit darker than i wanted
I think the way i wrote it wont match the way how it was written back then.but alas i don't have much experience in writing this way
April 12, 1889
The rain is falling much too quickly, i fear the end is near. Call me a witch, or paranoid. I feel a darkness within the rain. A certain being that watches from the wet bushes. Mother thinks me mental, but i know what i feel is truth and nothing but. Is it an angel, is it a demon, is it lucifer himself? i do not know. only that through the lace curtains the red eyes watch.
April 14, 1889
These past few days have been a stress. Mother wants me commited. and the shadow has entered my room. It merely watches from the darkness once i blow out my candles in the night. It enters my dreams, causing dreams i dare not even write. I feel no malice from the creature in the shadows, even as he watches me write this from behind the large rocking chair. i wish i knew what he wanted.
April 20 1889
Rathiel, such a beautiful name for a beautiful creature. long black hair spun of night time lust, eyes the passionate red, lips the red of blood and skin the whiteness of snow. Rathiel, he touched me and the pleasure i felt at the touch of the demon, oh, i should burn. the passion that filled me as he ran his hands around my waist, makes me wonder how others could live without such a vice. He left for the night, but hope he will come back at a later night. we have not done anything that would compromise me, but if something would. I would not mind.
April 22 1889
I have noticed something. the rain it never stops. it hasn't stopped since i first felt the dark sweep in. the lace curtains have long since rotted, odd. I cannot remember what has happened in town sincce then. i found blood on my pillow this morning. i do not know from where it came i only know that it doesnt look right. the wrong smell? the wrong color? i fear for my sanity, Rathiel still has not come back. Why, oh why am i pining over a being of the night. something that goes against the very religion that was struck into my skin as a child. I fear for myself.
May 2
The garden has died under the ounslaught of the rain, yet i cant be bothered to care about the mini field i had nutured since i was a mere little lass. Mother has not come and spoken to me in days, i have not seen her nor her chambermaid. i wonder. Rathiel has not come back except for a short time in which he left me naught but a black rose. where does the time go as i sit here looking out from the rotted yellow curtains? What is happening? I am severely perplexed.
mid may
i fear i am losing my mind, the walls they move and twist and turn in the night and i fear that rathiel will not come back. i am..
June.
I woke up and Rathiel was standing before me, he has come back. his presence has increased, i cannot help but swoon in front of him. I discovered an ugly smell today, i do not know how i had not noticed it. It was as i passed by the basement door. it was an ugly smell that just the mere thought of it makes me want to upchuck. i had opened the door and i noticed the lighting of the stairs had blown out. I leisurely walked back to the kitchen to get a lantern and walked down the stairs. at the end i nearly gasped, my poor mother was at the bottom her neck all twisted and bent. blood dried on where she had bled from striking the floor at such a hard force. I dragged her body up the stairs. So much blood.
July
The rain stopped and visitors have come today, a Man came from the west with his wife and two little children, a boy and a girl. The boy is an arrogant little child with red hair and black eyes, the girl with blonde hair and blue eyes is quiet and she stares into the shadows. I wonder, does she see with her innocent eyes that which lies hidden from everyone else? Rathiel left.
2 days later
That girl, she was dangerous. She knew things, she was going to tell her parents about Rathiel. I had to stop her. I couldn't let her go on. Strange isn't it? The only plant to still be alive after the months of rain was a Rosary pea plant. Perfect.
