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Mommy Makes Me Sick

Thanks Dolan for telling me about NoSleep and the story :)

Shit, I’m not really sure what to do right now. And I shouldn’t be saying shit, I know. My dad would kick my ass if he knew I was using “bad words”. But I’m sure he’s going to kick my ass anyway when he finds out that I snooped in the ONE place he told me not to.

See, my dad and I just moved to this new house in Dorchester, MA. No, I won’t tell you the address. I may be a kid but I’m not stupid. I know you aren’t supposed to talk to strangers on the Internet or take candy from creepy white vans or whatever. I probably shouldn’t even be posting this but I’m not exactly flushed with options right now. And NoSleep seems like my only route for something like this.

So, I guess here it goes.

We moved into this old Victorian home because my dad got a new job offer in Boston. It was pretty sick. It had five bedrooms, a giant kitchen, a massive fireplace and a decent sized yard for still technically being in “the city.” The realtor didn’t know much about the place, only that it has been unoccupied for a few years and was just recently renovated. Apparently there was a fire way back in the day or something. It was old too, like a 100 years. Either way, I was psyched to live in a city and meet new friends. I thought it would be way more interesting than living in that small shitty ass town I grew up in my whole life.

My dad let me pick whatever room I wanted and basically allowed me free rein of the house and the neighborhood. He had only one stipulation: I shouldn’t go anywhere near the attic. So obviously, that’s the first thing I did.

Apparently the people who renovated the house had just boarded up the attic since it was basically useless. It was dusty, full of old, moldy shit and, in my dad’s words, “just plain dangerous.”

At first, I didn’t see what the fuss was about—until I found the journal. It was tucked under a loose floorboard I had tripped over (Guess you were right, dad.). As I rubbed my leg and let out a string of curses, I saw the journal peaking out from under the floor. I snatched it up and scurried downstairs before my dad got home.

The journal is pretty old and has a beaten, black leather cover. It’s written in massive, cursive scrawl. I’ve transcribed its contents here.

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December 25th, 1944

Hello. My name is Mary and this is my new journal! Mommy got it for me for Christmas this year and I’m SO excited. I’ve never owned a journal before. Mommy says they are for big girls so I guess this means that I’m a big girl now.

Mommy says I have to be a big girl for her. She cried a lot today and said that Pappa would have been really proud of me for getting so big. But Pappa isn’t here today. Mommy says that he isn’t coming back from his trip. I miss him a lot but Mommy said he’s been really really really brave and I should be proud of him for defending our country.

I don’t really care if Pappa is brave. I just want him to come home. Mommy wants me to come downstairs now to eat supper so I have to say bye!

Love always,

Mary Sue Bennett

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January 2nd, 1945

Mommy had a really loud party the other night. There was lots of dancing and music that made my eardrums hurt. Mommy said I had to stay in my room and I couldn’t come to the party because it was for grown ups. I’m mad because she told me I’m a big girl and big girls should be able to go to parties.