She’s in her room, in the middle room with the door shut. It’s not locked.
There’s a face on the wall but it’s so blurry you can’t really see it. I can’t see it but Mama and sister say it’s there. I can’t see it though.
We lived there a lot but I’m not sure for how long. I want out of that room. The curtains are green and heavy like at a hotel so it’s really dark when they close the door. You lay really still and hope you don’t feel a hand come over you. You lay really, really still and hope.
I think the little girl that said help me wants out of the room. She doesn’t want to be in there. But right now my head hurts and I’m afraid. I’m trying but I’m afraid. I’m not sure exactly why. I don’t want to talk about it anymore and I just want to hide my head. My head hurts.
That sound in your office is like Nana’s sauna room. I don’t want to be there. I’m afraid I’ll go to sleep and I don’t want to.
You’re ok. They can’t hurt you now. They can’t hurt you ever again.