1/2/1985
My name is Bella I live in a small town in Alaska very far from any large civilization. It's a cute quiet town with only about 20 people. Well, we had more. Currently, I am writing in a journal I made out of animal hides and thin cut trees. I will keep you informed about my life.Ill write again soon
1/5/1985
Sorry for not writing for a bit I was on a ski trip with my dad well...what was my dad. Not anymore. We were outside in a blizzard, I heard a shriek that made the snow feel colder and when I went towards it I found his head separate from his body and the snow red like Santa's hat. Not a big deal really.
1/7/1985
Today I and mum made a snowman he is tall and he has button eyes with a big carrot nose. Then we went inside to warm up by the fireplace. It had gotten dark outside when we heard a small bonk on the window like a squirrel dropping a nut on the pavement. Mum had passed out on the couch so I went up to the window to see what the sound was. I climbed up on the window sill and I saw about 20 white figures with black eyes and orange carrot noses. Someone else had seen them to an old man with a lantern was marching up the hill to where the beings were. He stopped to stare and in a blink of an eye, a being had killed him. The man had a long slit on his throat. I hopped off the window cill and woke mom we stared as one more formed "mom there are more of us now" I say staring into her eyes "what do you mean?" her eyes got big as I start to melt
