It all happened so fast, just in a couple of hours everything changed… I’m Samantha. I’m writing this just in case he makes me forget. It’s not really a diary, it’s more of a journal than a diary. So you might be thinking, what do you mean by ‘everything changed’? Well it’s a long story… It all happened because of my uncle Thomas Jones, or Uncle Tom. When I was little he’d always come to our house. It was nice at first, but soon it started becoming creepy, the way he always smiled, how he talked but most importantly, how he was wanting to be around me. Then one day, I found out why he was doing that. After that day I found out about The Puppeteer… A person who could control other things even humans with one finger. The next day he showed me how he puppeteered me to a poor bunny….I was sorry for the little guy, he couldn’t control himself…how I couldn’t control myself the day before. Uncle Tom would always talk to himself as if there was someone else beside him saying stuff like; “ She really is strong, maybe she could be the next Puppeteer…” Gradually he got into my nightmares as well as someone else. Then when I was twelve he was involved in a car crash and passed away. I was so relieved that he was finally gone, yeah I know I shouldn’t do that but if you were me you would have. Few days later it was my 13th birthday. I was so excited and my friends were too because I’m the youngest out of the friend group and we all would finally be teenagers, together. But when I taught all the troubles would be over, it just started… I was getting ready for the party when I heard a familiar voice call to me,” Hello little Sam…” I turned around to see Uncle Tom staring at me with a grim smile. “What? H-h-how are you here?” “You needn’t worry about that little Sam.” His gaze turned to the calendar in my room. “Oh goodness! I forgot about your little birthday present!” He started speaking something and sharp pa!n came from my stomach, my head started aching and other voices were ringing in my head. When I looked up at Uncle Tom he was smiling as if he won the lotto. The next minute I started saying exactly what Uncle Tom was saying and he smiled yet again and patted my shoulder, “Congratulations little Sam. You will bring all of us to glory…” he looked at me one last time before he faded away. I was so terrified of what happened but decided to just forget it, as if it was a figment of imagination, but it wasn’t at all… When I arrived downstairs I thought I would be greeted with warm smiles but it was all cold stares. “FREAK!”one of my friends pointed at me and was screamed at the top of her lungs. The other two soon started and my dad started saying hurtful things to me. I could see my mom on the phone and in confusion looked at the mirror. I knew why they were scared then..I had demon wings and horns and the thing that scared me was that my eyes were all black except for two red xs. In fear I jolted out of the house and onto the street. The only sound I could hear was my footsteps on the stone pavement and my hearting beating inside my chest. Soon I could hear sirens behind me. I didn’t turn my head but I knew who it would be; either the police or SWAT and they were chasing me. I quickly slid into an alleyway and heard car brakes nearby. I peered through the alleyway and noticed an officer knocking on a door. His voice was rough but I couldn’t hear anything he was saying. Soon he went back into the car and disappeared down the road. Once the car drove away I gave a sigh of relief. Hundreds of questions were filling my mind; “How did Uncle Tom appear in front of me?What did he do to me?Am I on the run now?!” I wanted to answer all those questions but the only thought in my head was to rest. I noticed an abandoned mattress laying around in the alleyway and decided to sleep there. The mattress was as hard as a rock but it was either the mattress or the floor. I looked up at the sky filled with shades of pink, orange and yellow. There must’ve been a good sunset on the beach. Slowly and ever so slowly I drifted on to sleep…. END OF PART 1
