Classic Horrors Club

As I promised Dr. Hoffman, I went to Windcliff first thing this morning. There was a brilliant morning sun in the sky, and all was serene; however, while waiting for Nurse Prichett to bring Amy, I heard the weather report: clear, cold… and full moon. Please, not again.

My thoughts were interrupted as I saw Amy. Nurse Prichett had told me she was disturbed, and I must be patient with her. I found it difficult, though, as she wouldn’t speak, then threw the present I brought her (a box of paints) to the floor.

She moved away and stood in front of the aquarium. I asked her to say anything to me… anything at all, even just one tiny word. She said five, “Why didn’t you come before?” I explained that I wanted to but just couldn’t. She repeated twice that nobody came.

I admitted that I had stayed away too long, and she said now that I had done what I had to… bring her a present… I could leave. I told her I didn’t come because I had to, but because I wanted to. She questioned that, but I told her she was still my sister, and I loved her.

She asked if I was going to stay. I hesitated and before I could speak, she said, “You’re not, are you?” I told her I can’t, but not because I didn’t want to take care of her. She wouldn’t listen to me and quietly asked me to please go away. Then louder, “Go away. Go away!”

Then she started crying. I asked her if it would make that much difference to her if I stayed. She didn’t think I would, but I told her I’d change my plans and stay right her in Collinsport so I could be with her. I promised… and a promise is a promise.

She then changed her demeanor and hugged me. “Please don’t leave me, Chris. Please don’t leave me.” I conforted her and told her it’s all right. It’s all right.

I immediately came back here to the Collinsport Inn to change my room. Mr. Wells was concerned that there was something wrong with the room I already had. I made up a story about how it was just a little noisy and since I do a lot of writing, I needed a place that’s quiet.

I asked if the room in the back with the window was vacant. He said it was, but guests don’t stay there because it’s so tiny. Sight unseen, I said I’d take it. He insisted on showing it to me anyway, then asked if I was sure. He said it’s so dark with the grill on the window.

I then asked him to do me a favor: lock me inside the room, and if he heard any noises, don’t pay attention. He said he didn’t understand, and I replied that it didn’t matter. I thanked him for doing it and told him I wanted to be alone.

Now I wait. This has got to work. I don’t want it to happen, but I have no choice. I just hope Mr. Wells honors my request. I fear what will happen to him if he doesn’t.

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