We both knew

that things were getting worse with Fell. We could hear her drunkenly mumbling to herself and crying in her room when she made that post. When Hart heard a crash he tried to get in to help but she wouldn’t let him. He typed a few things to her and then told me to hide in his room because he was going to try to make her mad enough to come out and fight and he didn’t want me getting involved.

So I did as he said. His room was the complete opposite of how he keeps the rest of the cabin. It was a mess and there was glass on the floor from a broken mirror. I was scared but I stayed quiet, listening in case things got worse. I felt Stitch come out and start to wrap around me like a blanket. It freaked me out even worse at first but I soon got the impression that it was just trying to comfort me and in spite of myself I did start to feel a bit better with it there. I know I’m too old to be needing a security blanket but it still felt good. I must have actually started to drift off because I jolted awake at another series of crashes. I peeked out of the room to see Hart, bleeding on the floor and Fell getting ready to hit him again. He spat blood as he told her that she was a coward, running out on people who care about her just like Josh. Fell stumbled back at this. I could hear her hit a wall then slide down. Hart sat up, glaring at her but then he started to cry. Stitch went back as I came out of the room and I asked if there was anything I could do to help. When he realized I was there he quickly dried his eyes like he was trying to hide that he was upset and told me he was fine. He struggled to his feet then checked Fell who was passed out. Then he told me to go back to bed but I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to leave him like that, so after he cleaned himself up, he got me to help him get rid of Fell’s stash of alcohol and clean up her room. Hart’s room was a mess but Fell’s room was… weird. Aside from the stuff that she had apparently knocked over, and the blankets on the floor where she had been sleeping, the room had a layer of dust on it like it hadn’t been used in a while. We changed the sheets on her bed and dusted the rest of the room. Then I helped Hart put her to bed. Afterwards he said I should go to bed too but I said no. I wanted to stay with him to make sure he was okay. So we sat on the couch together for a while, neither saying anything until I asked for a hug. I just thought he could use one but I didn’t think he would accept if I said as much.

Fell has since come out of her room, but she won’t look at or talk to either of us.  

Every time

I fall asleep I still have nightmares about that night- that ugly creature coming through Father Brien and how awful it felt. I see their horrible bleeding eyes and I wake up with hymns in my head and I hate it. I used to love those songs but they make me feel sick now. My head hurts and it’s not helping that Fell and Hart keep fighting. Fell looks really sick and only leaves her room to do her job or get supplies. Hart looks tired.

I’m still trying to figure out what to do. Part of me says I should leave the next time we head out for supplies. I know Fell only sees Father Brien and the others when she looks at me. Maybe it’s for the best. But on the other hand, Stitch says I’m where I need to be right now. It’s quieter here. Happier. I don’t know if I should listen to it but it wasn’t lying to me before and it is nice to have that little bit of peace in my head.

Hart is training me while I’m here which is making me feel useful and keeps me from replaying what happened with Father Brien and the others in my mind while I’m awake. I keep thinking that I should have yelled and screamed and kicked every time my parents tried to bring me to that church, maybe then they would have given up and we could have gone to another one at least, maybe avoid all this. They can’t all be like this but maybe they are. If not then maybe I could have convinced Lacey. Or after Stitch started talking to me I should have grabbed some of the others and dragged them out. Save someone at least. Stitch says they couldn’t be saved. Stitch says it wasn’t my fault what happened to them. Stitch is being nice. Hart is being nice. Father Brien was being nice up until he locked me away and tried to kill me- I know I would have died if KnitWolf hadn’t been there - and he was like a father to me after he got my family killed. No maybe that’s wrong. I believed the lie too but I was wrong, so maybe it was the same for him.

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