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" Hansel and Gretel " (; also known as "Hansel and Grettel", "Hansel and Grethel", or "Little Brother and Little Sister"; German: Hänsel und Gret ( h) el [a] [ˈhɛnzl̩ ʔʊnt ˈɡʁeːtl̩]) is a well-known German fairy tale recorded by the Brothers Grimm and published in 1812. Hansel and Gretel are a young brother and sister kidnapped by a cannibalistic witch living in a forest in a house constructed of gingerbread, cake, confection, candy, and many other treats. The two children escape with their lives by outwitting her. The tale has been adapted to various media, most notably the opera Hänsel und Gretel (1893) by Engelbert Humperdinck. "Hansel and Gretel" is classified under Class 327А of the Aarne–Thompson classification system. A similar fairytale from Hungary is called Cerceruska. Plot [ edit] The story is set in medieval Germany. Hansel and Gretel are the children of a poor woodcutter. When a famine settles over the land, the woodcutter's wife (stepmother to Hansel and Gretel) decides to take the children into the woods and leave them there to fend for themselves so she and her husband will not starve to death. The woodcutter opposes the plan but finally reluctantly submits to his wife's scheme, unaware that Hansel and Gretel have overheard them. After the parents have gone to bed, Hansel sneaks out of the house and gathers as many white pebbles as he can, then returns to his room, reassuring Gretel that God will not forsake them. The next day, the family walks deep into the woods and Hansel lays a trail of white pebbles. Their father lights a fire for them in the woods, and goes to gather more wood. After a while, the kids realize the father isn't coming back. Gretel cries, but Hansel tells her all will be fine. After nightfall, they follow his shiny pebbles back to the house, arriving by morning. Their father is overjoyed, and takes them back in as he was very upset about leaving them in the first place. After a while, famine strikes again, and the stepmother insists that they take the kids back to the forest to leave them. This time, she locks the door to their room so Hansel is unable to gather pebbles. Clever Hansel crumbles up the small piece of bread he is given by his parents, and sprinkles crumbs along their path. Unfortunately, birds eat the crumbs, and they can't find their way home. After searching for a very long time, they come upon a house in the woods made of breads, cakes, and sugar. They eat from the house, as they're very hungry. While they are eating, a witch comes out and invites them inside, offering them a meal, and pretending to be a kind and friendly old woman. After feeding them, she traps them in her house and makes them do chores each day, feeding them well in order to fatten them up for eating. One day, the witch decides it is time to eat, and has Gretel light the oven and provide water for boiling her brother. After a while, the witch asks Gretel to hop in the oven to make sure it is hot enough to bake bread. Gretel, sensing the witch's intent, pretends she does not understand what the witch means. Infuriated, the witch hops into the oven herself to demonstrate what she wants, and Gretel pushes the door closed behind her, leaving "the ungodly creature to be burned to ashes". Gretel frees Hansel from the cage and the pair discover a vase full of treasure and precious stones. Putting the jewels into their clothing, the children set off for home. They arrive home to hear that their stepmother has since died from unknown causes and their father has not had a happy day since they left their home. They live happily ever after with the witch's wealth. History and analysis [ edit] Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm heard "Hansel and Gretel" from Wilhelm's friend and future wife Dortchen Wild [1] and published it in Kinder- und Hausmärchen in 1812. [2] In the Grimms' version of the tale, the woodcutter's wife is the children's biological mother and the blame for abandoning them is shared between both her and the woodcutter. In later editions, some slight revisions were made: the wife became the children's stepmother, the woodcutter opposes her scheme to abandon the children, and religious references are made. [ citation needed] The sequence where the swan helps them across the river is also an addition to later editions. Another revision was that some versions claimed the mother died from unknown causes, left the family, or remained with the husband at the end of the story. [3] The fairy tale may have originated in the medieval period of the Great Famine (1315–1317), [4] which caused desperate people to abandon young children to fend for themselves or even resort to cannibalism. Folklorists Iona and Peter Opie indicate in The Classic Fairy Tales (1974) that "Hansel and Gretel" belongs to a group of European tales especially popular in the Baltic regions, about children outwitting ogres into whose hands they have involuntarily fallen. The tale bears resemblances to the first half of Charles Perrault 's " Hop-o'-My-Thumb " (1697) and Madame d'Aulnoy 's " Finette Cendron " (1721). In both tales, abandoned children find their way home by following a trail. In "Clever Cinders", the heroine incinerates a giant by shoving him into an oven in a manner similar to Gretel's dispatch of the witch, and a ruse involving a twig in a Swedish tale resembles Hansel's trick of the dry bone. Linguist and folklorist Edward Vajda has proposed that these stories represent the remnant of a coming-of-age rite-of-passage tale extant in Proto-Indo-European society. [5] [6] A house made of confectionery is found in a 14th-century manuscript about the Land of Cockayne. [1] The fact that the mother or stepmother dies after the children kill the witch has suggested to many commentators that the mother or stepmother and the witch are metaphorically the same woman. [7] In the Russian Vasilisa the Beautiful, the stepmother likewise sends her hated stepdaughter into the forest, to borrow a light from her sister, who turns out to be Baba Yaga, who is also a cannibalistic witch. Besides highlighting the endangerment of children (as well as their own cleverness), the tales have in common a preoccupation with food and with hurting children: the mother or stepmother wants to avoid hunger, while the witch lures children to eat her house of candy so that she can then eat them. [8] Another tale of this type is the French fairy tale The Lost Children. [9] The Brothers Grimm also identified the French Finette Cendron and Hop o' My Thumb as parallel stories. [10] Cultural significance [ edit] The fairytale enjoyed a multitude of adaptations for the stage, among them the opera Hänsel und Gretel by Engelbert Humperdinck—one of today's most performed operas. [11] A contemporary reimagining of the story, Mátti Kovler 's musical fairytale Ami & Tami, was produced in Israel and the United States and subsequently released as a symphonic album. [12] [13] Elements from the story were used in the 1994 horror film Wes Craven's New Nightmare for its climax. Hansel and Gretel's trail of breadcrumbs has also inspired the name of the navigation element " breadcrumbs " that allows users to keep track of their locations within programs or documents. [14] The most recent adaption of the fairytale is Gretel & Hansel, a 2020 American dark fantasy horror film directed by Oz Perkins. See also [ edit] The Truth About Hansel and Gretel " Brother and Sister " " Molly Whuppie " Thirteenth (fairy tale) Notes [ edit] ^ In German, the names are diminutives of Johannes (John) and Margarete (Margaret). References [ edit] Citations [ edit] ^ a b Opie & Opie 1974, p. 237 ^ Tatar (2002), p. 44 ^ Tatar (2002), p. 45 ^ Raedisch (2013), p. 180 ^ Vajda (2010) ^ Vajda (2011) ^ Lüthi 1970, p. 64 ^ Tatar 2002, p. 54 ^ Delarue 1956, p. 365 ^ Tatar 2002, p. 72 ^ Upton, George Putnam (1897). The Standard Operas (Google book) (12th ed. ). Chicago: McClurg. pp. 125–129. ISBN   1-60303-367-X. Retrieved 15 October 2007. ^ "Composer Matti Kovler realizes dream of reviving fairy-tale opera in Boston". The Boston Globe. Retrieved 2019-10-31. ^ Schwartz, Penny. "Boston goes into the woods with Israeli opera 'Ami and Tami ' ". Times of Israel. Retrieved 2019-10-31. ^ Mark Levene (18 October 2010). An Introduction to Search Engines and Web Navigation (2nd ed. Wiley. p. 221. ISBN   978-0470526842. Retrieved June 24, 2016. Sources [ edit] External links [ edit] Project Gutenberg e-text SurLaLune Fairy Tale Pages: The Annotated Hansel and Gretel Original versions and psychological analysis of classic fairy tales, including Hansel and Gretel The Story of Hansel and Gretel Collaboratively illustrated story on Project Bookses A translation of the Grimm's Fairy Tale Hansel and Gretel. Gretel & hansel rating. Gretel e hansel briciole. Gretel and hansel film 2019. Anfang ist langsam. das habe ich nie gedacht. Gretel y hansel cazadores de brujas en español. Gretel & hansel trailer reaction. Gretel e hanselman. Wow mindblowing can not wait, Emily Blunt is one of my favorite actress. I am happy to continue this good story. Even the trailer is low budget ffs. Gretel & hansel official trailer (2020. The following are diary entries released to the public by the New Jersey State Police. Trauma Trigger Warning: Some of the content here may be disturbing for some. December 6, 2018 Oh the weather outside is frightful… shit man I’m freezing my ass off. I’m tired and it’s cold and I’m tired of smelling pine. All the food I packed is gonna run out at some point. I give it a couple weeks but maybe less. It seems like I get hungrier as the days go by. Feeling like my stomach’s eating itself alive. My dad told me to turn myself in and I probably should’ve listened to him. No I DEFINITELY should’ve listened to him. What the HELL am I even doing out here? … It’s weird being alone for this long. I haven’t seen another human face up close in five days now (since this past Saturday). I don’t even know what I’m running from. I’m not that smart and the POLICE are gonna close in on me and catch me once I run out of food and have to leave these godam goddamn pine barrens. December 7, 2018 Hard to write when you feel like you could lose your damn fingers. Had to wait to warm em up by the fire and then put my gloves on. But anyways it was another cold and lonely day in the NJ pine barrens. I slept a little better last night than I did the previous few nights. I’ve stopped worrying that I’m gonna wake up seeing flashlights and blue lights and hearing barking dogs and cops going “hands up! Put your hands up! Out of the tent! ” In fact I’d probably welcome it at this point. Either that or hightail it. I’m not too sure. Depends on how ballsy I’m feelin. It’s much colder at night (obviously) so I figured out how to not get out of my sleeping bag when I need to piss. I have a well-marked (and believe me I mean WELL-marked) piss bottle that I just stick my dong into when I wake up feelin like a firehose. It’s much more convenient. Nothings worse than crawling outta your tent in the dead of the 20-fucking-degrees night to watch steam roll rise up off your pee stream. I’m on the move during the day and sometimes I get these heart murmurs and I gotta stop. My breathing gets all shallow. I don’t know if it’s a panic attack? Never had em before but I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m gettin em now. The loneliness is super weird at this point. It’s now been almost a full week since I’ve seen a human face, not to mention that the last human faces I saw had a lotta fear and anger and probably contempt. December 8, 2018 Debbie. My dad always told me she was no good for me. Always told me I’d get myself into trouble over her but I never listened. Holy SHIT he was right!! I shoulda dumped her ass right then and there after that first time. Right after the first time she slept around with some other guy. I shoulda cut it off clean and found someone better. But no ones better than Debbie, that’s what I told myself. She was gorgeous that’s for sure. That short blonde hair that was totally evened out at the bottom. Tan skin. I never understood how a Jersey girl could be that tan. But she was. She was perfect. I remember the first time I knew something was up. She was laying in bed texting on her phone at 11 pm. I mean shit what else could that be about? And when I walked in and asked who she was texting, alls I’d hear was the clap of a phone shutting and then her saying “no one! ” I got it out of her though. It was our spin class instructor. God that guy was a douchebag too. His name was Jimmy and she’d been texting him at all hours of the night. Buncha flirty stuff but nothin too crazy. No pussy pics or dirty talkin. Buncha “you’re so funny” and “oh I love the Beatles too! ” kinda stuff. But I swear, they fucked. They fucked like rabbits. That douchebag Jimmy, in tiptop shape and probably an animal in the sack… He probably broke her in half like I never could. She’d tell me they never did anything or even SAID anything but I sear swear those two got it on. But I gave her the benefit of the doubt and we put it behind us after I kindly told Jimmy to go fuck himself and stop texting my girl. He acted like a bitch around me from there on out. Little weaselly ass pricks tend to do that. Debbie and I had a good couple of months after that. That whole Jimmy situation was in August. October was when things started gettin fishy again. I wanna keep writing this stuff out but I can barely keep my eyes open. If I don’t get arrested or freeze to death or eaten by the Jersey devil (ha) then I’ll continue this train of thought tomorrow. December 9, 2018 Fever dream: I’m standing on an infinite frozen lake. A bunch of people I know—my father, Debbie, my brothers—they’re all frozen in the ice under my feet. I’m not a superstitious guy but I can’t help but feel that this whole thing with Debbie was fate. Shit fate. The writing was on the wall from the beginning, and I didn’t listen. Too late now. I shoulda gotten out when I had the chance. I’m about to write down what happened, and I’m gonna be real precise with my words. I want the truth to be there when and if (probably WHEN) they arrest me and put me on trial. Maybe after reading this testimony and then hearing it from my own lips, the judge might not throw the book at me. Debbie and I started going to this bar back in October. There was this bartender there named Mitch. He was a cool guy. He was there a couple of times when we were out drinking, and sometimes he’d give us a free round of drinks. I was like “Wow, what a nice guy. ” I didn’t think anything of it. God, how fuckin stupid can you get?? Of COURSE he was hitting on my girl. Looking back on it, I can’t believe how naive I was. Well one night this past November, Debbie and I got into a fight. This was a bad one, real nasty with cutting remarks and whatnot. And she told me that she had been seeing Mitch, the bartender. She’d been over to that bar for lunch a couple of times, hit it off with him, and had gone out with him several times while I was at work. I threw a fit and, after punching a nice hole in the wall, packed some clothes and stormed out and spent the night at a motel. I spent the rest of the week at a friend’s house. I should’ve just been done with Debbie right there, but I kept blowing up her phone. It’d go from apologies for losing my temper, to asking if we could talk, to flipping out and long profane paragraphs, where I’d swear up and down at her for not answering the phone. The saddest part was that not once did she text back. I was having a profane conversation with MYSELF. Goddamn if that’s not the saddest thing in the world, I don’t know what the fuck is. Well my friend, Morgan (the one I was staying with), convinced me to go grab my shit out of the apartment and dump her ass. I agreed (though I would’ve been back two weeks later to profess my love and tell her how I wasn’t going to give up on us) and I headed over there that night. I went in and she was in bed, OUR bed, with him. I saw red. I wanted to fucking kill him. But I didn’t. I had my handgun on me (LEGALLY). The lawyers can draw up my conceal carry license for any judges who might be reading this. I WANTED to fucking shoot the guy, but I did NOT do it. Mitch and I started arguing. He got out of MY bed, still in his underwear, and started threatening me, telling me I needed to leave. Now, keep in mind, this is MY apartment. I wasn’t going anywhere. Well, Mitch didn’t like this. Next thing I know, he grabs a knife outta the kitchen block and threatens me with it. I pull out my handgun, point it at him, and I tell him to get the fuck out of my place. But Mitch apparently isn’t the sharpest tool in the box, ‘cause he comes at me with the knife. I fire off a shot. BANG! Goes through his shoulder (I think) and he kinda closes the gap between us. He sticks me with the knife somewhere in my arm. Shit hurt like a bitch. I shoot him again. This time it goes through his midsection. Now we’re wrestling over the gun. And that’s when Debbie got involved… I fired off another shot, and this one goes right through Mitch’s face. Next thing I know, Mitch goes limp and Debbie falls to the floor. It’s all a blur now but I remember she had a bullet wound in her throat. I called 911 and then hightailed it outta there. I know I shouldn’t have done that but I was terrified. So if a judge is reading this, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fled the apartment, I’m sorry I got stitched up at my friend’s house and not a hospital, and I’m sorry I fled the next morning when I saw my name labeled as “armed and dangerous” on the news. The news reported that Debbie was actually alive. She was in the hospital and the doctors had saved her. I cried tears of joy when I saw it. After all of it, I still loved her. Even though I also hated her. If that makes any kinda sense… My dad calls. He says, “Son, they’ve got you on the news. ” I’m like, “Yeah, I know, dad. ” And he says, “You need to turn yourself in. We’ll figure this out. ” Got off the phone with him, and I knew he was right. But I was terrified. I was so scared of the outcome of the trial, so scared of the possibility of doing time in prison. So I fled. I KNOW I’ve made it worse for myself, now. It was a snap judgement and, again, if a judge is reading this, I am SORRY. But now I’m deep in these goddamn woods and I don’t know if I’d even be able to find my way out if I tried. December 10, 2018 Fever’s gone. I feel better. I’ve been boiling snow to conserve my water supply. I remember playing in the snow as a kid. Now I’m boiling it and drinking it to survive. If that doesn’t tell you how times can change, I don’t know what does. I woke up to some weird noises, last night. It was a cackling noise, kinda like the sounds of tropical birds at the zoo. Gak-gak-gak-gaka! I know we have sandhill cranes in NJ, but do they stick around here in the dead of winter? I don’t know… I’m no expert, just some damn construction worker and soon-to-be prison inmate. December 12, 2018 Tent’s gone. I think some hermits might have stolen it while I was off fishing. My fault for leaving it, I guess. Fuck me for wanting to eat fresh fish tonight. Now I sleep in my sleeping bag with snow packed around me to conserve SOME type of warmth. But I’m freezing my ass off at night. It’s hard to stay asleep and even harder to go into a deep sleep. I’m constantly in this state of half sleep. On the bright side, I don’t have any more weird dreams… December 13, 2018 It’s really late and I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. So instead, I write. I’m also laying inside an abandoned cabin right now… I was walking through the forest, trudging through the knee-high snow, and it started sleeting. Sleet is the fucking worst. It’ll get you soaked before you know it. I don’t have my tent and I really started wishing HELL on the fuckers that stole it, even though they need it just as much as I do. I was soaked and freezing and I had slush all in my shoes and on my ankles. My ankles hurt like a bitch, all blistered and frozen, even though I got on wool socks. I trudged on through the woods, I went up this hill, and I saw something through the trees. Big dark shadow looming over the woods. I went toward it and it’s this big cabin. Two floors. Real rundown and old. It must be hundreds of years old, it looks like some house from the 1700s, like the witch’s cabin from the Hansel and Gretel story. Needless I was spooked. But I was also soaked and freezing cold and on the verge of losing my damn face to the fridged frigid wind. I went inside. It was pitch dark. I shined my flashlight into the place. First room was the living area. There was trash and pieces of wood everywhere, brick fireplace at the back, mantel above it. I could imagine a black cauldron hanging over the fire where people used to make stew, or something. I explored the rest of the place, even though I was tired. I wasn’t gonna feel safe until I checked out the whole cabin. I wanted to make sure no one else was here. Last thing I need now are more hermits mugging me and taking my shit. The stairs were real creaky and I felt like my foot would go through one at any second. I explored the upstairs. On the left, when you first go up, there’s a bedroom that was definitely a nursery. There’s old pieces of a crib on the ground and little rag dolls on the floor, mangled and worn beyond recognition. When you exit that bedroom and keep going down the hall, there’s a painting on the wall, old 18th century thing I think, kinda worn but still recognizable. It’s a painting of a family of three. Mom, dad, and a little boy. The dad’s face is worn away, looks like somebody (maybe the mom) scratched it out. Maybe she went through something similar to me. Ya never know. The rest of the upstairs is just this empty shell of splintery wood and debris and whatnot. No one was here so I felt a LITTLE safer, I guess. When I went back downstairs, I took a wrong turn (it’s super dark in here) and ended up at the end of this long dark hallway. The hallway is made of solid brick, and it’s maybe 50 feet long. At the end of the hall is this big wooden door. Now, it’s probably a wine cellar, or something. But I got this eerie feeling when I stood there, and I didn’t wanna be there any longer. So I turned the other way and went back into the living area. I’m hunkered down in the living room, now, and even though it’s creepy in here, it’s warmer at least. And dry. I doubt I’ll sleep all that well tonight, but maybe I’ll get used to the place by tomorrow or the day after, and then I’ll be able to have a deep sleep. That would be great, right about now… December 16th, 2018 Up is down, pleasure is pain, darkness is light, slavery is freedom, madness is sanity and sanity is madness. December 17th, 2018 I have no recollection of writing yesterday’s entry. And I think I know why. This cabin turned out to be more sinister than I thought. My handwriting sucks, I know. Hopefully someone transcribes this if it has found its way into your hands. I was hunkered down a couple nights ago, curled up in my sleeping bag on the floor of this cabin. The night was real quiet, save for some whistling wind here and there. The quiet night made it real easy to hear anything outside. And I did hear something… First thing I hear are dogs barking. At first I’m like, “Fuck are those wolves? ” It’s a bunch of rapid barking so I know there’s multiple dogs/wolves. I peak peek outside and sure enough I see multiple dogs… on leashes. Three of em. Behind each dog is someone with a flashlight. Next thing I hear outta one of their mouths is “Let’s check that cabin. ” So I’m like shit, I need to hide. Either hide or run. Then, I remember the dark hallway. I wonder if there’s a place to go, beyond that door. It’s worth a shot. The rest of the cabin is barren, nowhere to hide behind or to crawl into. I grabbed my sleeping bag and my backpack (didn’t want them to see it and know someone was there) and I went to the back of the cabin. I came to the long, dark corridor and shined my light. Saw the wooden door at the end. The dogs’ barking was getting closer so I just went for it. I went through the hall and grabbed the cold metal knob on the wood door. I opened it and almost busted my ass. There was this long flight of stairs leading downward, and I almost fell down em. I left the door open a crack so it wouldn’t make a noise (I was sure those guys were in the cabin now), and I descended the stairs. The stairs were stone, which seemed pretty sophisticated for some schmuck’s cabin in the woods. There were probably 20 stairs total. I got to the bottom and was in the cellar. The cellar was pretty open, except for this small corridor that wound around the staircase, snaking behind it. It was musty and pitch dark, and there was a constant dripping noise from melted snow seeping through the ceiling, somewhere in the back corner. I hunkered down and listened to the sounds of dog paws scratching the floor above me, as well as methodical footsteps. I could hear murmuring but I couldn’t make out what the dudes were saying. Minutes passed and I started to hear more footsteps. But these ones didn’t come from the floor above. These footsteps and light shuffles came from right down here in the cellar I was hiding in. I froze and shut off my flashlight. Pitch black. My only useful sense left was my hearing. I listened close and I was POSITIVE I heard footsteps from just around the corner, behind the staircase. I crouched in the corner, shaking like a scared dog, as the footsteps shuffled and dragged real slow across the concrete floor. Then they made their way around the staircase. I took out my handgun and cocked it, and the footsteps halted. “Leave, or I’ll fucking shoot, ” I say. No response. “I’m dead serious, ” I warn, “leave now, or I’ll shoot you dead. ” More silence. The footsteps continue. They get closer, and I’m about ready to fire off a shot… But then, they start going up the stairs. I can tell my the distinct sound each foot makes when it hits the stone step. They ascend all the way up the stairs, and I hear the wooden door open and close. About a half minute—maybe less—passes. And I hear some muffled shouting from the people upstairs. Then I hear muffled shots going off. The dogs are going nuts. Then, everything just goes silent. The silence was so intense that my ears rang like a thousand alarm bells were going off inside my eardrums. There’s a footfall, upstairs. Another, and another. And I know the feet—whomever they belong to—are heading back toward the cellar door. I get up and head for the stairs. I ascend all the way to the door, I aim my gun, and I wait. A couple LONG minutes go by. I hold my handgun tight. My hand is shaking. I try to steady it. No dice. But once the door opens, I figure it’ll be pointblank range. The footsteps are coming back down the hall, now. I tighten my grip on the handgun, both hands. I bite my tongue so hard that it starts bleeding, but I don’t notice till a few seconds later. Whoever’s behind that door is close, now. I could shoot through the door, but I’m more comfortable with a direct shot. The door opens. I empty the clip. It’s just a chaotic barrage of gunshots going off and blinding muzzle flares. I don’t even see who or what I’m shooting at. My clip’s empty, signified by a click click click and the pings of shells bouncing off the stone steps. Whoever I just shot the hell out of is still standing right there in front of me. Before I can reload my gun, it knocks me over and I roll down the steps, all the way to the bottom. I dropped my gun and got no idea where it is. The wind’s knocked out of me. I start crawling across the floor and over to the wall. I shine my flashlight at the steps. The thing I shot at is on its way down. The footsteps are slow, but they’re steady. It steps into the light. At first, it looked like a man. It was about average height and it wore a black suit. The rest of it did not look like a man, least not a regular one. The head looked like a burn victim, charred and reddened skin. The teeth were rotted and jagged. It wore a Mr. Hyde-style top-hat on its head. And those eyes… beady and yellow in the glow of my flashlight. The thing stood there for a long moment. I just sat there with my back to the wall, shining my light on it and making empty threats. “Don’t come near me, man! I’ll fucking kill you! ” The second I shouted at it, the thing dropped to all fours and crawled toward me in a really unnatural manner, like a crippled animal. I was totally helpless and just started screaming and shouting and begging for mercy. The thing crawled right up to me, placed its claw on my stomach, and looked deep into my eyes as it began to push down. My screams and shouts became bloodcurdlingly loud and shrill. The thing let out a shrill shriek of its own. All I remember happening next was it sort of “melting” into my stomach. I think it went through my bellybutton. I conked out and woke up this morning, back in the living room. Now, I know what you’re thinking. All a dream, right? That’s what I thought, too. That is, until I saw all the dead cops, and their dogs’ carcasses. I freaked out, ran out to the woods, threw up. My puke was like black tar. I didn’t wanna go back into that cabin, but I had to, had to get my stuff. I decided I’d brave the cold. Better than staying in that damn place. Not one more night, not on my life. December 18th, 2018 Not feeling quite myself, anymore. All I can think is kill, kill, kill. Kill Debbie. Kill, kill, kill. I’ve been hearing this voice, ever since that thing crawled inside me. I know it’s that thing, 100%. It’s what they call the Jersey Devil. I’m losing control. I don’t know the difference between my thoughts and that thing’s voice. But I’ll tell you what I do know. I know the job’s not finished. I know Debbie’s probably still in the hospital. Blythe Forest Medical Center. I know that, thanks to the news. And I know she’ll be having a visitor, tonight. Awwwww Seola, she just wanted to do her hair. awwwww. Me encantan los cuatro. 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