Entry 8

She found me again. She lets me go, hunts me down, eats. Eats another part of me, with that laughter on her lips. Be with her forever, didn’t I wish it? I’ll bury this under cold iron. If ye read it be warned. Don’t let her into your house. Don’t give her no water. If ye see her, run while ye have feet to do it. I hear it. Crawling under the branches. And just now it come upon me like a terrible wave. I’m the pig knuckles she been waiting for.