The Anthology of Darkness

Dear Diary

February 6th, 6:23 PM

Dear Diary,
I called a few psychics today, and they all brushed me off, aside from one of them. The psychics were all very Earthly and spiritual, but I found a woman who calls herself "Satan's Favorite" and I've scheduled a meeting with her tomorrow afternoon to talk about how to find a specific demon. I really hope this works.

February 7th, 7:42 PM

Dear Diary,
So I went and spoke to the psychic today. She said we'll have to meet again at three in the morning, so she's coming over with her supplies. She seemed really friendly for someone who talks to demons. I've always been scared of those kind of people, but I actually really enjoyed talking with her today. I told her about the kind of ritual I did, and she said that was just more of a generic "you get what you get" kind of thing. She'll show me how to be more specific tonight. I'm nervous about this.

February 8th, 5:56 AM

Dear Diary,
I fucked up. I really fucked up. The ritual went well. We summoned the right demon, but I didn't get to speak to it. It came up from the summoning circle and grabbed me by the throat, saying "you belong down here, you belong down here." The psychic tried to ward it off with some holy water, but it spun around and...did something. I don't know what happened. The summoning circle is closed now, but the psychic is just laying dead in my living room floor. From what I can tell, it looks like her eyeballs have been burned out of her skull. They're all black and charred, and there's smoke coming up from them. It smells like a burnt steak, it's fucking awful. I don't know how to dispose of a body, especially one that's this fucked up. I'm panicking, I don't know what to do...

February 10th, 9:17 AM

Dear Diary,
Everything's okay now. I handled it. While I was freaking out about the body, the demon's voice appeared in my head. He told me to hold my hands out with my palms facing her, so I did, and all of a sudden, there was thick, black smoke coming up from the floor underneath her. It wrapped around her body like a sleeping bag and sunk back into the floor. When it went away, she was gone. I asked the voice how it did that, and it replied "I didn't." I feel a sudden sense of calm. Or emptiness. Numb? I don't know. I feel different. Stronger.

February 11th, 6:15 AM

Dear Diary,
I woke up early today, not sick at all. I don't feel bad or anything, but I still feel numb. Not physically, like my leg fell asleep or anything, but mentally. Like my brain is on autopilot. I texted Carol and told her I'm coming into work today. I need the paycheck.

February 11th, 8:01 PM

Dear Diary,
Carol's dead. I went to ask her what I missed while I was gone, and she just said "that's not my job to tell you. You shouldn't have been gone for so long." I got so angry at her. Then the voice came back. It said "hold your hand up, your palm facing her." So I did, and then I heard a sizzling noise, and her eyes started melting and the skin bubbled up and turned black. It looked just like the psychic, the way it burned. But I felt nothing. I was calm about everything. I kept holding my hand up, and the same black smoke appeared, enveloped her, and took her away. I walked out of the office and shut the door, smiling as if nothing had happened. One of my coworkers asked if Carol was busy, so I told him yes and not to bother her. The rest of the day went smoothly.

February 12th, 9:48 AM

Dear Diary,
I got a call from corporate telling me that the office was closed today. It seems Carol has gone missing. Serves her right, the bitch. I'm going out today. The weather is nice, and I have some errands to run.

February 12th, 11:54 PM

Dear Diary,
Did you know that humans are very easy to kill? There are so many ways to bend them, and they just stop breathing. If anyone has a problem with you, just turn their neck backwards and they'll be quiet. It's very handy. I love the way it feels.

February 13th, 10:01 AM

Dear Diary,
I'm going back out today. More people need to experience my power. They need to fear me. I'll make them all fall to their knees in worship. I need to reach as many people as I can. And if anyone resists, well, at least they're easy to kill.

February 14th, 1:09 PM

Dear Diary,
I'll make them obey. They will fear me, and accept me as their leader. And once all of America bows to me, I'll take Canada, then Mexico, then the world. I'm addicted to making them love me. I'm addicted to the power I have, the control. I need more.

February 15th, 3:17 PM

Dear Diary,
There's nobody left. I have the ones that obey me, and everyone else is dead. I ordered them to kill anyone who defies my will. The world will be mine.

February 25th, 6:31 PM

Dear Diary,
The voice in my head tells me it's proud of me. It calls me its son. It says I've done well and that it's time to go home. I'm leaving tonight. I think I'm the last person on Earth.

February 26th, 3:00 AM

Dear Diary,
The gates of Hell shall welcome me, and I shall be bathed in eternal fire, cleansed of all impurity. Only then will I be able to ascend. The throne will be mine. I shall rule as a vengeful and powerful king. My time has come. The Earth is no more. There is nothing here for me. Until we meet again, little book. Goodbye.