Everyones dead

It was all a lie it wasn’t god there is no god just monsters and worse monsters

They brought me to the church and held me down on the altar and started the eighthsacrament and it started to come thru. I felt like I was burning from the inside out and felt like I was dying and Stitch was screaming an I cried and begged them to stop  because it hurt so bad but they acted like they couldn’t here and the pain got worse and it started to come thru Father Brien and it was so ugly and gross and it looked like it was boiling but everyone was chanting and smiling and looking at it thru bleeding eyes like it was beautiful. Then the screams

It was like a nightmare KnitWolf was there and she was killing everyone in the church The ones who were chanting around me kept going like they didn’t notice. Between them I could see some of what she was doing. Some of the others tried to fight but she killed them. Some tried to run but they weren’t fast enough. All the kids were in the church because it was supposed to be safer they weren’t spared They all wer stabbed decapitated cut in half as she got closer the ones who were around me didn’t react til she started killing them and then it was too late She looked at me as she killed the ones holding me down but she didn’t hurt me. I rolled off the altar and landed on the floor and started to crawl I wanted to run but I was in to much pain it got worse as the monster got mad about her killing them

I looked back to se it had her but she was stabbing it and Father Brien with the tentacles. More and more of them came out of her as the monster burned her and burned the tentacles there were dark patches spreading where she stabbed it and then there was a knife in my baxk and I was being cursed for bringing the demon here.

Stitch stabbed thru her like Skein had done to the others. She was still alive tho but I just got so mad because I had tried to leave I had hurt myself to keep in control and keep them safe and they hurt me and she hurt me and my family was dead for the lies and I bit and stabbed her again and again Her name was Jane and she must have been hiding between the pews She should have kept hiding because I didn’t stop until Skein wrapped around me and threw me towards Fell and Hart as KnitWolf yelled at them to take me and run I don’t kno when they got there but my landing knocked them back Hart picked me up and the next thing I remember is sitting on a cot with Hart asking me if I wanted anything or if there was anything he could do. I’m here in KnitWolf’s home with Fell and Hart. Were the only ones who made it out. I asked Hart about Peter. He died to. I asked Hart why I was still alive. He told me that KnitWolf wanted me to live.

I can still smell the blood on me I can still heare there screams. Maybe that’s why she didn’t kill me. She wanted to keep her promise. She wanted me to suffer with the memory of ther suffering

Maybe Jane was right. Stitch says it would have happened anyway but maybe she was right

I don’t know anymore

Despite the horrific wishes expressed in the comments of young Laura's post, she will not be harming anyone here or doing further damage to herself. We have bound her for her own good. She had bitten her arms terribly and fought fiercely when we tried to prevent her from committing more acts of self-mutilation.

Her affliction has not been an easy thing to deal with for any of us.

 

We had attempted offer her some comfort by giving her a computer with which to occupy her mind. She should not have been able to access the blog to talk to you all, but she apparently figured out how to remove the block that another member of our group had put up. I am disappointed, but I must remind myself that she is being influenced by the demon.    

It is difficult to hear her suffering. Her screaming has been near ceaseless since we bound her. We are all thankful that it will be at an end tonight

Help

They won’t let me out they wont let me cut I need to cut hungry the voice in my head so loud it hurts please god help me im coming apart they wont listen I don’t want to hurt them but I cant I cant I cant I cant I cant iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Hurt so bad hurts so bad in my head lies stop stop stop shut up SHUTUP

I have been blind

As I am sure you are all aware, young Laura is now a host to a demon.

I did not want to believe you or her. I did not want to think that it could be true, but she was caught in the act of cutting her own flesh. Her blood was black.

I see the truth now. I know that vile whore KnitWolf has been here somehow and has infected the child.

Laura is now locked in a room, without anything with which to cut herself. The window is boarded and the room is guarded. Truly, I wish there was some other way, but we must keep her like this for her safety as well as ours.

Soon we will call to the Lord our God as He has commanded. On that day, she will be cleansed and her soul will be saved. 

ENOUGH

Young Laura attempted to run away after most of us had retired for the night. Fortunately she was seen and brought back to the safety of our home before the devil appeared. I was roused from sleep by the yelling and rushed out to see what was happening. Once again I lead my flock in prayer. Once again, the devil was barred from entering and disappeared.

I shudder to think what would have happened to the child had she gone unnoticed. Even without Satan emerging to strike, she would have perished in the harsh snow covered land around our sanctuary.

The poor girl is convinced that she is a danger to us and so ran in an attempt to protect us. Her nightmares, brought on by the trauma that she has endured, have affected her terribly. This has been worsened by KnitWolf’s sadistic attempts at weakening her faith and by others who have been deceived by that demon husk.

We are safe here in this holy place, where the devil and his servants dare not enter. We remain strong in our faith. I thank the Lord and Saint Michael for lending us their strength

Now I must rest

Merry Christmas

It is my hope that this blessed time brought you some measure of peace.

Unfortunately, things have been difficult here. Young Laura has taken ill with a terrible flu. She became feverish on Christmas day and gave us a fright as we tried to bring her temperature back down. Thankfully, her fever eventually broke and she is currently resting.

I trust the Lord, our God. I pray that He will help the child. I trust that our faith will carry us through once more

I’m Scared

I messed up really bad and now I don’t kno what to do. 

I was yelling at KnitWolf on her blog again last night. I know you all warned me but I just wanted to hurt her so bad and I thought we were safe here. I thought that she didn’t know where we were or that she couldn’t get in here if she did. The devil wasn’t able to come in here, so why was she??

I was typing when I heard my door creak open. Then I saw that horrible mask. She grabbed me and covered my mouth before I could do anything. I felt dizzy as everything changed. We were outside on a path in the woods. She grabbed my ear and started to pull me along. I realized where I was. I could feel Satan all around us. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I fought and screamed, but she was to strong and kept going. I thought she would rip my ear off. We came to the clearing. She suddenly shoved me forward, knocking me down. I landed right next to a corpse. I thought it was a corpse until it moaned.

The smell made my eyes water, and I nearly threwup. How could anyone still be alive like that??  She pulled me back up and shoved me into the cabin and let go. There were three other people standing there, all wearing masks and watching me and a knife on the table next to me. One of them started to tell her to stop but he stopped when she gave him a look. That must have been Roy. She asked why I was scared. Since I believe in God and heaven, she thought I would be rejoicing at the thought of being sent there. I told her I wasn’t scared of the devil’s servants and went for the knife. I spun around, ready to defend myself but no one was attacking me. She just laughed at me.

Then someone else came into the room.

It was Peter

He got between me and KnitWolf. I couldn’t do anything. I froze up. I tried talking to him but he wouldn’t respond. She laughed and told me that if they were all servants of the devil then, as a servant of God, I should kill them all, including Peter.

I hated it but she was right. We are supposed to be ready to fight the devil, whatever form he takes and whoever he works thru. Peter suddenly started to cry. He asked me if he was going to go to Hell and begged me not to hurt him.

I couldn’t do it. I started to cry to. I couldn’t take anymore and I shoved him out of the way and stabbed her. I screamed at her that she was heartless and that she would burn forever and that she was a bitch of Satan! She didn’t react. I kno she can still feel, why didn’t she react?

Then these black things came out of the cuts and grabbed my arm. One of them stuck into my wrist. I screamed and dropped the knife.

She asked what the matter was. She told me to pray and to ask God to save me. I told her that God didn’t work that way. She let me go and asked why I thought I was there. Was it because I was being tested or was it because my faith wasn’t strong enough? I told her it was because she was crazy and brought me there. She slapped my face and told me to hold myself to the same standard as I held others. These were the reasons that I had given for other people’s suffering, so if God didn’t protect me from being taken, then it had to be one of those. She said that by my standard, if I was being tested, then she was doing God’s work. If my faith wasn’t strong enough, then it was my own fault. I told her I didn’t know.

She told Fell to put my hands on the table and Fell did it. KnitWolf left and came back with a little stick. She said that she would bring me back home soon, but not without one other lesson. She said that I had been very rude to her and others. She brought the stick down on my hands as she told me that this was what happened to children who lacked manners. I cried, because it hurt but mostly because I was scared and angry.  She told me to think about what I had done and learn from it. I got one last look at Peter, who was acting like a zombie again before she brought me back here. I tried to tell the others after she left, but no one is listening. They don’t believe me that any of Satan’s servants could get in here say that I must have been dreaming. The only mark that I have as proof is the spot on my wrist, but it just looks like a bug bite. It hurts and it feels like it is getting worse.

God, I’m sorry for everything bad I’ve ever done. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. Please forgive me and protect the others. Please God.   

-Laura