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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Child: Entry 16

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Several nights passed and I began to have so many racing thoughts that I couldn’t find a single way to sleep. They moved me back upstairs with the rest of the members but everyone thought I was too 'dangerous' so they moved me into a small vacant room that was at the end of the hallway where all the rooms were located—the entrance being towards the end of the kitchen. Though it was small it was really quite cozy. I didn’t have to hear 'Deadeye' Jack have reoccurring Post Traumatic Stress dreams in which he kept mentioning the name, Jackson or James—not really sure if they are the same man or two people. 

     Mr. Robinson was always fiddling with something. It almost sounded like termites hollowing their way through a board of wood or even mice scurrying in the walls but the sound was always coming from his bed. The weirdest events on those nights were from someone that I have hesitated to mention. He is a man in a wheel chair, crippled but practically paralyzed from neck down and a frequent blank stare that I am not to sure about.

Nobody has ever been able to get the man to talk but from what I hear from The Mother is that he is a man of very few words. She mentioned to me once that he was here when everything started and he was a youthful young man, which I can only wonder how? The Mother looks no older than her mid twenties and she was very young when she started this place, yet that old crippled man looks like he is on deaths bed. The Mother should be way older, Suzie too! 
She looks about thirty yet she was the one who began The Family. 

The weirdest thing was Frankie Frank. The first encounter—also the only one—was a very odd experience. His skin became paler and began to age while his eye started turning and only when he mentioned the words 'Why didn't you pursue your hopes and dreams?' One can only wonder what that means but then again I have been trying to figure that out with almost everything that has crossed my path though no answers have been found. 

     The old man--in whom The Mother has told me that people call him Grandfather, something like a running joke though I think there is something more—at night sat there in his wheelchair. I woke up several times during the night to turn around in my bed to see him staring at me intently. Once I got up and walked towards him, yet his eyes were still focused on my bed and I crouched down to intercept his gaze from across the room.

He looked old, yet aging well. He had a small face a balding head and these little round spectacles, which he had on at all times—I, guess he couldn't take them off himself. Looking into his eyes I could see a form of happiness in his eyes and I could only wonder if this was the same man that I saw in those photographs—one owned by Suzie, the other by Mum. It has been a while since I looked at one of them so I never could recall but everything just seemed so 


Upon recollecting with these thoughts I heard a sound that was like a loud bump, something rather large being dropped on the ground, though it was very quiet do to its distance. I rolled out of bed and opened my door to see what all the commotion was about and at the end of the hall—which has twenty or more feet away—a man passed carrying a lantern. I didn't expect to see anyone up this late so I began to walk down the hallway hoping to make conversation to get this night to pass quicker. 


Before I turned the corner I heard several people talking amoungst themselves one in particular stood out from the rest. In a small raspy voice I heard, 'We found him snooping around on the grounds, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he can’t open his mouth.' Then a rustling of people moving down to Solitary. I peeked around the corner to see something and I found several of the members, some I knew some I didn't. I held my breath to relax; it nearly felt like I was going to have a panic attack. 

     When I turned around I saw someone looking into my room, I became determined to see who it was. I hustled towards my room yet keeping an element of surprise through silent footsteps. Right when there was about a few feet between me and the man in my room, he turned around. Immediately I noticed it was Ville and he immediately noticed it was me. Walking up to me, he put his hands on my shoulders and whispered very franticly. 


'Did you hear that noise? I’m afraid something bad is going to happen, we need to see what is happening.' I stood there and thought for a second then I asked a question out of curiosity. 


'By any chance, is there anyone missing in your room?' He replied quickly. 
'No, wait. Yes! What is that supposed to mean?' 


'I heard something so I walked down to the end of the hallway to see several people going downstairs.' Ville's face looked surprised and he began to head down the hallway then turning around to say something about us having to see what was happening, it may be the difference between sleeping the rest of the night or being slaughtered by morning. 

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