11 May 1993
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. A couple of weeks I think. I’m not even sure what day it really is. I think it’s been about three weeks since I… died or whatever happened to me. Since I woke up in this horrible place.
I came across another person today. A living person, I mean. A little girl. She was sitting in the passenger seat of an old burnt out car. She doesn’t talk. I don’t know how old she is or anything. It took me like 45 minutes just to get her out of there, first, because it was hard to get the damn thing open. The doors were all rusted shut from sitting outside for… I dunno, forever I guess. I don’t even know how she got into the damn thing without getting tetanus. But then, once I got the driver side door open, by prying it with a rusty piece of rebar, she wouldn’t come out for another 20 minutes. She just stared at me dumbly while I asked her over and over to come out. Kinda creepy really.
She has little brown pig-tails and wears a little dress like a school uniform from the ‘50s. She followed me for the rest of the day until we came across this house. All the walls are still standing. That's a plus, I guess. There are two sofas in the living room that haven’t completely rotted away. She’s sleeping on the shorter one now as I write this.
I wonder how she got here. Was it like me? Did she die and come to this… Hell? Is she even real or just a figment of my imagination? I don’t understand any of this. I wish this were all just a dream. I wish I could just wake up tomorrow back in my bed in…
Editor’s Note: This fragment was found written on two brown pages, the second of which was torn in half, the bottom missing. The text is written in blue pen ink. The pages were found folded in the back cover of a Gideon’s Bible in a motel in Vancouver, Canada in 1983. By various scientific methods, the paper has been dated to the early twentieth century.
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