Summer Diary of Anne Pineberry

5th day of summer vacation

Mr. Twinkles, you won't believe what happened today! To be honest, I don't even know where to start....

Today supposed to be another great vacation day, where I'll go on a fishing trip with Uncle Dan. We did have a great time though. I managed to catch a huge bonito and we took a picture of it, I still remember how much my mouth was filled with glee that my face won’t stop smiling. Uncle Dan even served me a dish he learned from his friend, uh... I think it's named sassy meat or something. It tastes good, but I swear there’s something funny with the fish's meat, but Uncle Dan won’t believe me and told me to be a good girl and keep eating... and no, that’s not me being picky. Mom knows fish is my favorite and I’m not a girl who's picky with food, though I might dislike carrot sometimes, but that's beside the point. What I wanted to tell you is what happened after that.

On the way home, I fell asleep on Uncle Dan’s truck. I was awaken by the truck’s horn and when I look beside me, Uncle Dan is nowhere on the driver's seat. To my surprise, it looks like Uncle Dan has crashed us unto his own house. Luckily I’m mostly fine, though I can feel my head’s a bit drowsy... and my leg’s stiff as if Mrs. Betty had scold me to run around the school again! Just like that time when my math homework was eaten by Mrs. Blacky.

So there I was at the garden of Uncle Dan's house, trying my best to deal with the drowsiness of my head and the stiffiness(?) of my leg. Was stiffiness the right word, Mr. Twinkles? I guess I’ll have to search it online when we had the power back. Anyway, I opened the door with my slippery hands which fail to open it for like seven times somehow. Upon entering the house, I could see them. Uncle Dan... and Aunt Mary, the best couple in this Springtonfield Village. They looked hostile to each other for some reason. Uncle Dan's trying to calm Aunt Mary down, but she screams an unintelligible voice while pointing Uncle Dan with a gadget. I named it the wooden-stick-with-black-steel-barrel thing, Uncle Dan said it was so dangerous that I shouldn’t touch it no matter what.

Suddenly, that happens… BAM! Is what I heard, as pieces of wooden cabinet and floor ripped apart together with some of Uncle Dan’s body. I fell to the floor in shock, my limbs are trembling while my mouth is in loss of word. I can still remember every inches of that horrific scene, although Uncle Dan always told me to forget about it afterward.

“Get to the second floor!” I remember Uncle Dan shouted that at me as soon after the loud bang, but Aunt Mary keep on screaming something that I can’t tell while starting to point the wooden-stick-with-black-steel-barrel at me. So I started running towards the stair.

Then, BAM! Another loud noise can be heard, I think one of my leg was hit because I suddenly fell down to the floor and uncle Dan shouted “No!” so dramatically, like those actors on drama series. Strangely, I thought it would’ve been so painful, being hit by that loud noised gadget, but I didn’t feel anything actually. Although to be honest, I think I did shed some tears, but I’m pretty sure it’s mostly because I was feeling sad and fear rather than pain.

Uncle Dan quickly smashed Aunt Mary’s head until she’s on the floor before he picked me up to the second floor. His movement is stiff and slow, perhaps because he’s also been hit. Uncle Dan told me to hide and wait for him in a room at second floor as he went back downstairs to check on Aunt Mary. I can hear another strong whack sound from bellow before Uncle Dan’s footstep can be heard… and then, the thing that I said you won’t believe happens.

Mr. Sparkles I’m so afraid. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but when I saw Aunt Mary’s body, my hunger suddenly boils as if my meal for the last two days were just illusion. Then, without any hesitation whatsoever, my hand starts digging onto Aunt Mary’s body like it’s my birthday cake. The taste itself is something I’ve never tasted before, but something on my head keep telling me that I need to continue eating the flesh… so I keep... I keep on digging until my stomach felt queasy.

Mr. Twinkles, I’m afraid… what happened to me? What have I become? What should I do?