MY JOURNAL
In this journal I leave my experiences with the Sirens, as i have dubbed them. I fear something is happening to me, and I am unable to stop it. In the event that something does happen to me, please pass this journal to mother. She will worry, and please help me tell her I’m sorry. I hope this journal will provide her with the answers she seeks. -A
Dear Diary, Today marks the first day of my stay at Aunt Margaret’s home. Mother hopes the air here would be much better for me. I can already feel myself getting healthier. I’ve yet to unpack, so i shall spend the rest of the day doing just that. x
Dear Diary, How frustrating today was, I am a grown woman yet aunt margaret continues to warn me about the forest, mentioning spirits, faeries and such. I’m not a child, those things no longer scare me. Furthermore, it’s extremely boring at home, there’s nothing to do here. I’ve walked as much as I could walk. The only place I haven’t been is the forest. I shall take a walk into the forest tomorrow, hopefully something interesting might happen. x
Dear Diary, How frustrating today was, I am a grown woman yet aunt margaret continues to warn me about the forest, mentioning spirits, faeries and such. I’m not a child, those things no longer scare me. Furthermore, it’s extremely boring at home, there’s nothing to do here. I’ve walked as much as I could walk. The only place I haven’t been is the forest. I shall take a walk into the forest tomorrow, hopefully something interesting might happen. x
Dear Diary, Something interesting did happen today! I came across several girls relaxing on the lakeside rocks. I don’t think they spotted me but I felt a need to go over and introduce myself. Unfortunately, before I could, I realised that it was soon dinnertime. I don’t see any houses near Aunt Margaret’s, maybe they came from the other side of the forest? I shall head there again tomorrow. I’m glad to see girls my age around here. Pictured on the next page is a drawing I did of them. They were almost ethereal, relaxing in the water and on the rocks. They looked like sirens from the paintings. x
Dear Diary, I went back to the lake to see the girls. However,only one of them was there today. I sat by the lakeside and she swam over to me. She reached out her hand, and I automatically reached for it. At that moment, something strange happened. I don’t have an explanation for it so i’ll describe it as best i can. A puff of air hit my face and I instantly felt calmer, and was instantly drawn to the water. I remember seeing a flash of vague symbols too. I think I was in a daze as she almost pulled me in head first, but I caught myself at the last minute. We stared at each other for a second before I turned and left. It felt so strange, I didn’t know what to think. What was that? I don’t believe in faeries yet she inexplicably felt like one. I’ll go back to the lake tomorrow. I need to see them again. Pictured is my encounter with the fae. x
Dear Diary, I went back again. I left the house before Aunt Margaret woke up. I don’t need another lecture from her. This time I something really did happen to me. I remember walking along the road to the lake before being hit by a cloud of air again. I’m not sure what happened but I saw myself walking to the lake and stepping in. I knew she was not going to hurt me, and I blacked out after that. But I awoke on the lake shore, with no memory of how I got there. I don’t think I was imagining it. The bottom of my dress is still wet. I’ll come again tomorrow. Pictured is what I remember. x
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Dear Diary, I see their face clearly now. Their face opens up to monstrous, insect-like features. It’s horrible. Yet, I feel no fear. They’ve allowed me to be this close. They sit by me when I draw them, looking at my pages the way an animal does. Pictured is what they look like . x
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I don’t know what’s happening to me but I’m slowly understanding their words. My knowledge is increasing everyday. I understand how they live now. I think I’m becoming one of them. I never go home any more. The air is insufferable at home. This is my home now, the lake. Pictured at the back of this page. x
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I’m going to die. I know it. I can understand all their words now. They’re not fae, they’re sirens, luring people to their deaths. I can see what is going to happen to me. I need to get it out of my mind. Pictured back. x