Lucy's Diary

Lucy's Diary

May 22nd, 2006

In all my life, I never thought that it could get this bad, hell, I didn't think anyone's life could get this bad. This kind of thing is only supposed to happen to people with traumatic pasts, not someone like me who had a normal, carefree childhood like it should be. But things never turn out perfect, and this was just one of those things that took life below average for a few weeks. Or so I thought...

This is my story; a collection of notes and conversations wrapped into one enlightening entry...

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It started a few weeks back (or was it a month? Hell, I don't know, I can't remember) but anyway, it was a while ago that something happened, something completely normal, but I would soon curse that day. As I woke up on that morning, my head was thumping and I began to feel a bit dizzy. I thought, 'It's nothing, just a normal headache' but I later found out that I was wrong, very wrong.

I went downstairs slowly, nearly tripping over the cat on my way down. 'Stupid cat' I cursed, the bugger could have killed me! After stumbling down the stairs, I went into the kitchen and got some paracetemol for my head. That's when the pain really started to kick in, and it wasn't normal pain either. I felt uncontrollably nauseous, and this electric tingling all over my body. I felt that I was going to die, heck I wanted to die it was so bad, but I just collapsed and blacked out on the kitchen tiles.

When I woke up on the stone cold marble flooring, I felt fine, no headache no nothing. I looked at the time on the kitchen clock, 12.30, I'd been out cold for nearly 6 hours. I knew I had to call in work sick and dialled the number. It seemed like the rings went on forever until;

"Bennie's Antiques, how can I help you?"

"Hey June it's Lucy."

"Lucy!" She squealed,"Bennie and I thought you'd died or something!" She laughed.

"No I'm just ill I..."

"You're ill!" Interrupted June, "And it took you this long to call in?"

"Yeah sorry, I kind of...passed out."

"You what?!"

I knew what was coming. June's a nice person but she over worries sometimes, I mean, I was fine, I didn't need to...

"See a doctor." She exclaimed worryingly.

"I'm fine, really. I don't need to see one."

She didn't answer, she just gave a muffled disapproval, an obvious hint at my reconciliation.

"Fine, I'll go see one, but I'll be wasting their time. There's nothing wrong with me."

"See that you do," June said in a tone of authority, "And I expect you in tomorrow."

"I will, don't worry. Bye June!" I said hastily.

"Bye, and take care of yourself. I'll be checking." No doubt she wouldn't, she never has before.

After I put the phone down, I didn't know what to do with myself, I had nothing planned and everyone I knew was at work. It looked like a day of TV and relaxation.

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Nothing happened for about a week, and I certainly wasn't expecting it to. Work was going well and I had just heard from my sister Karri that she'd be coming to stay with me in a week or so. We've always been close, unnaturally close, but that was normal for identical twins. We used to play mind reading games as children and swap our identities just to confuse the teachers. I think we both miss doing that and I certainly missed seeing her, so this was a really good opportunity to catch up on each others lives.

However, just as Karri had put the phone down, the illness spread through me again, and this time it was worse. I imagined that it was what being hit by lightening felt like, torrents of electricity pumping through the body, confusing dizziness and unbearable pain. I didn't know what was happening to me, until I looked into the hallway mirror.

My once bright green eyes were now dark, unforgetable black holes, though I knew I still had eyes because I could still see. My long black hair fanned out in mid-air, like there was an invisible wind holding it there. I looked unbelievable; evil and yet beautiful, 'What is happening to me' I thought. Then, like a flash of lightning, it was gone, and everything was how it should have been.

To be honest, I was nervous, hell I was scared shitless, and I was shaking so badly that I thought I could pass as a washing machine. I sat on a comfy, blue sofa chair, after apparently succeeding to walk over to it. I kept thinking, 'Why me? Am I going crazy? Or is there something else...?', but my main thought was 'Why did this have to happen at night?'

Sitting in that chair that night was only the start of worse things to come, and no thought or any amount of light brought me comfort. I sat there in the darkness, watching the shadows play tricks on me, taunting me with their unnatural forms and twisted shapes. Soft taps on the windows frightened the life out of me, for I knew that there was no trees or anything like that close to my house. I kept thinking that something was out there, something coming for me...if it hadn't done so already...

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The next day, I awoke on that same blue chair, my body aching from the lack of space. I was so tired, though I knew I had been a sleep for at least 8 hours, I had to have been. It was good that it was Saturday, I could go back to sleep for a while.

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At 4:30pm I woke up again, another 8 hours had passed and I still didn't feel any better. I thought about whether it was possible to oversleep, but the phone rang and I lost my trace of thought. It was Alex, a mate of mine from college, who was worried because I hadn't seen or contacted him or any of my other mates for over a week. I told him I was fine, just a busy week I said, but I was lying. As I hung up the phone, I kept thinking that I should tell him something, anything about what had been happening, but I didn't, and it had to stay that way at that point.

I went downstairs to watch the 6 o'clock news (that conversation sure passed the time) and was shocked at what was on. There had been four murders over this last week, all victims had died in the same way, and police suspected a serial killer. I had no idea this had happened, I hadn't had time to watch the news recently and I partly wish I hadn't.

For this was the time when I got a flashback of past events, the murders, all happening from the killer's point of view in which I was watching. I watched horrified as the knife entered what I guessed to be the first victim's body, puncturing holes in the flesh; in and out, in and out, the blood gushing out of the wounds uncontrollably. Each victim met the same fate, and as they lied crumpled in a heap on the floor of their house, a porch or a garden, the killer slashed their faces with two capital letters, 'LD', and the numbers '45', '46', '47', '48' in the order they were killed.

When the flashback stopped, I realised that this killer had killed before these four, 44 more in fact, but I had no idea why I had got the vision. Who could be so linked to me that I can see what they were doing? I decided that I didn't want to know, I mean, it couldn't have possibly been who I thought it was.

I went into the downstairs bathroom, thinking over what I could do, torn between devotion and the law. With my hands resting on the sink, I had looked into the mirror, without hesitation, regardless of my previous experience with one.

I saw the same image as before, the black eyes and the 'flying' hair, and stumbling backwards in shock, knocked over the glass at the side of the sink. It smashed into hundreds of pieces as it hit the tiled floor, creating a sparkling image of diamond like segments.

The image spoke to me, taunting me with its words, "What are you going to do Lucy?" It cried softly, "Going to the police are you?"

"Get away from me!" I screamed, as I ran out of the room and up the stairs into my bedroom. In every mirror I could see it's face, judging me with those black eyes.

"Where are you going?" It whispered, as it looked at me from my bedroom mirror, "Are you trying to get away from me? Because if you are, you will not find comfort in this house, or any house you go." It laughed heartlessly, evilly as I just stood there, glued to the floor in terror. 'Why won't I move?' I thought.

"Do you want to know who killed those people?" It asked, "Or do you already think you know?"

I thought I knew who was the killer, but I was unsure as always.

"I think you know already though don't you? Search deep and you'll know..."

At first I didn't know what it meant, but then it struck me, "No, that's not possible."

"Awww, poor Lucy finally awoke to the light, or should I say, the darkness?" It laughed again, the chills in its voice running through my spine.

"Lucy's been a bit rough these past few days, I wonder why?" It continued mockingly.

"Stop it!" I screamed, I didn't want to hear anymore.

"But you need to know Lucy, what you've done, what you've fought so long to keep inside..."

"I said stop it!" I bellowed, as I smashed the mirror in front of me with the baseball bat that was near the wall. I thought it was finally gone until;

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy," Said a bodiless voice, "You must know by now that you can't get rid of me. I'm part of you."

"No, you're something foul and evil that wants my body!"

The voice laughed again, "That is also true, but I am just enhancing what was already there, what you were destined to be!"

"And what's that?" I asked, knowing that I wouldn't like the answer though I thought I knew it already.

"A murderer. You killed those four people."

"No, I didn't, I..."

"Yes you did, I know you did because I helped you."

"But, I couldn't, I... I didn't even know them!"

"You don't have to know someone to kill them. You don't really need a motive either, though mine is simply the love of killing and blood!"

"I did that?" I whispered.

"WE did that, and I fine job we've done to."

Expecting my past actions was harder than anyone could have thought, but I could feel those peoples' blood on my hands, and now I could remember what I had done to them. The worst thing about it was the fact that I remember enjoying doing it, though whether it was mostly the thing's enjoyment or my own was unclear.

"So, you're inside me?" I asked disgustedly.

"Oh yes, I have been for a manner of weeks now. You remember that headache you got? That was me choosing you to become a host." It seemed proud of what it was doing.

"Why me?" I questioned sadly.

"You were so fragile and uneffected by the horrors in life that you were too easier a chance to pass up. Plus, who would expect that a pretty antiques dealer could ever become a killer? It's the perfect disguise."

I was thinking what would happen next, how (if I could) I could fight this thing away, but there was something in the air, a foreboding chill that worried me. Something even worse was to happen, somthing that prehaps I couldn't get out of.

"And now," Continued the creature, "I need to complete the transformation. We need to completely bind our souls together as one, becoming inseperable in this life and the next; so that we share the same fate, feel the same feelings, and, more importantly, act as one!!!"

It howled from the darkness, a chilling screech that could terrify the bravest of men, and from the shadows, the outline of a figure was approaching. I fell to the floor trying to escape its reach, tripping over some dark object. I rose to my hands and knees and tried to scramble out of the room, but the door slammed in my face; and when I turned around; the windows were rattling, the birds outside were screeching, and the thing that had briefly taken over my body on a few occasions was looming in to seal my fate.

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I awoke with the creature bound to me, our souls, our hearts, our bodies as one. I hated the way I felt. I wanted to kill, I wanted to see the beautiful, deep red blood drip from the point of a knife, and I wanted to feel the power of ending a life. I had to end it before we killed again...

Lucy

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Karri rang the doorbell to her sister's house. She had a key but she hadn't seen her sister in so long that she felt rude if she just walked in.

After getting no response after a few rings, she let herself in, pulling her many bags through the doorway with soft thuds.

"Lucy!" She called. She must be asleep, she thought.

She was just about to go upstairs to find her sister when she noticed a diary and a note on the lounge table. Intrigued, she walked over and sat down in front of it. The note was sealed in an envelope and it was addressed to her. Below her name was written a single sentence; 'Read the diary before you read this note'.

Thinking that this was merely some stupid game her sister had come up with for her arrival, she obliged with the instructions enthusiastically, intrigued at what it could mean.

As she read the pages of her sister's diary, her enthusiasm died, and worry and despair replaced it. Of course she believed her sister's story, but the end implied that...

Shaking, she put down the diary and picked up the note. Opening the envelope, she took out the note and read it to herself.

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Dear Karri,

Having read my diary, I think you know what has happened and what had to be done. I'm sorry that I had to leave you but I had to get this problem sorted out before I...we kill again. It breaks my heart that I will never see you again but believe me when I tell you that this is for the best. I cannot let this creature kill another or wreck another life like it has with mine.

I suggest you cremate my body, just in case the demon or whatever it is decides to stick around. I have a bad feeling that it may be able to live through mortal death like it probably has done with its other 'host' bodies. I also suggest that you burn my diary too. The creature may be able to reside in its pages, I'm not entirely sure of what else it is capable of.

I won't blame you for selling the house, it's understandable. Stay safe and I love you, never forget that.

Lucy

PS. If you do not wish to see me, I am in my bedroom.

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As Karri finished the note, the paper crumbling in her clenching fists as the tears fled from her eyes, she phoned the emergancy services and asked for an ambulance, stating only what she knew, something terrible had happened to her sister. She got up and shakily crossed to the stairs, climbing them slowly. She didn't care what her sister had done or how she had done it, she just wanted to be with her, one last time...

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Three months after her sister's cremation, Karri was at her apartment, her sister's diary placed on the mantlepiece of her fireplace. She hadn't burnt it as her sister had instructed, she wanted something very personal to keep by her side as a reminder of her.

She sat by the fire in a big cream armchair and reflected on her thoughts. She was still upset about her sister, and the disturbing circumstances in which she had died. There had been no similar murders since then, which was a good sign that the creature hadn't lived.

As the night drew on, she turned out the lights and headed for bed. As she left the room, the diary rustled and fell to the floor. No sound was heard because of the rich, thick rug onto which it had fallen. The diary, now open, rustled through it's pages to the last page in which Lucy had wrote.

I new heading began on a clean sheet of paper, writing forming all by itself;

Karri's Diary

September 2nd, 2006

I new day, a new beginning, and this time, I'll make sure this one stays alive...