December 18th 1897
Dear Diary,
Today, Father has died. He was in the mining field when a bomb went off and he exploded into pieces. I cried. Mother didn't cry though, she actually laughed. I do hate her. She never loved me or my father; that is, after my real mother died.
When she died of a terrible disease when I was younger, father had remarried to a terrible woman who barely loved him, just the money we had inherited from mother's will.
I'm glad mother wrote the will, or else I would be Cinderella...Stuck to clean the gutters and the cinder ash from the fireplace. But of course, that was before Father had died.
Anyway, today, after Father died, I snuck into Priscella's room. I saw her rolling around in the piles of money that came from Father's will, which was filled with money from mother's will. I will repeat again-I really hate her. I want her to burn in Hell, and to never come out!
No. I'm not going to write in this pitiful journal anymore. I'm going to do it. I'm going to fix the main problem of my life.
Sincerely,
Lillian Susan Hartley.
I snapped my journal shut. The dust from the binding fluttered in front of my face; but i didn't care. I just wanted to kill Priscella. I didn't care what Mother and Father always told me about taking care of my temper.
I threw the diary against the wall and stormed out of my small room in the attic. It landed with a large smack on the ground and broke apart. "Stupid Journal. It was already old." I muttered, fuming with anger.
The door slammed behind me as I reached the staircase. Suddenly, I was filled with dread and fear. What if I couldn't do it; what if she killed me first? I was officially glad that I thought before I did something like this.
The reassuring thought was shoved out of my mind; letting the fuming anger come back in. I screamed and thundered down the stairs.
"PRISCELLA. I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU!" I shouted, clenching and unclenching my fists. I turned the corner and saw her door at the end of the hall. The redness flushed from my face as sweat replaced it. I was afraid, I couldn't do it.
I prepared to turn around when I heard voices from her room. The creaking floorboards made me jump when I realized I was moving forward. I gulped as I leaned in to peek and listen into Priscella's room.
"My lord, I shall kill my step-daughter. For you. As long as I get my part of the bargain." Priscella whispered. It was weird, I never heard Priscella speak to anyone like that. She defiantly loved this person.
"Yes my darling. We shall take our sacrifice." A distorted male voice answered back. His voice echoed in my head. I slackened against the wall. Wow, she was going to kill me. Imagine that!
"Or, spare the girl and sacrifice yourself?" Another distorted female voice suggested. I perked up hearing that. Please, oh please other demon-take to mind those words!
"No. I want a body to take with us. Then we will spit it back up as a demon!" The male thundered. I saw a glimpse of the female shrink down, along with Priscella.
"Yes my lord." Priscella said, bowing as she turned toward the door. I gasped and backed up. My blood rushed as I looked around for somewhere to hide.
