Final Exerpts from a Diary
Final Excerpts from a partial diary - presumably Kingsworths'
Something has happened. I woke up at seven this morning, horror-stricken. I remember nothing of the dream. Nothing. My prevailing feeling was that of utter horror and surprise. The event has conjured up a disturbing memory - of the time when I, being only a lad of seven years or so, had been saving a stolen piece of a particularly delicious chocolate cake in my secret "treasury" behind the cupboard. I remember impatiently waiting for nightfall, for my parents to retire, presenting me with an opportunity to savour the forbidden fruit. I remember retrieving the wonderful cake from the hidden compartment, alone in the darkness of my room, relishing the rich odour of the chocolate. The first bite - a heavenly mouthful, creamy and sweet. Then, the surprise of seeing lots of little white pieces inside the cake. And the paralysing horror as I saw them move, writhing and squirming. Overcome by the realisation of what they were, I sat paralysed, with the maggot-infested cake clutched in my hand. for what seemed like ages. That feeling - that feeling exactly - is what woke me up this morning. I don’t know what has happened, but I know that something is not the way it should have been.
I hear no music when I wake.
I pray that I have lost my mind. For if what I saw today is more than a sickening trick of my mind - I dare not finish the thought. Blessed Father, hallowed be Thy Name. That church - that other church. It is here and I have brought it here! I tell myself that it must have been an illusion - why did no one else see it? There were so many people! How could they all fail to notice those doors swinging open? And the sound! Were they all deaf?! Dear God, save me. For the little demons with silvery eyes are stalking me - beyond my dreams!