Sincerely, Jennifer x

I’m trying to find the words to describe what’s been going on, but it all sounds so mad.

I managed to get a few hours of sleep last night, waking up when it was still dark, and I could hear this padding on the floor, like someone, or something walking around, but it was all over the place, like lots of people were gathered in my tiny bedroom.

I reached out for my wife, and again, she wasn’t there. I was afraid to look around the room, because part of me knew I would find her in the same state as she was before, eyes closed, carrying out the bidding of evil.

There was a musky stench in the air. More padding across the floor, and I saw a set of eyes blinking at me in the darkness from across the room.

It wasn’t Lily but I knew she had something to do with it.

There was a crack of thunder outside, then aching silence for a moment. The lightning flashed against the window and I closed my eyes, too afraid to look. I held my hands to my stomach and hoped that I was dreaming, but truthfully, I knew that wasn’t the case. I don’t dream anymore.

I fall asleep and then it’s like I snap back to life, constantly trapped in her games. It’s endless.

I heard a noise, and I had to open my eyes because I couldn’t quite believe my ears. A loud cry from… a goat. A goat? I know what you’re thinking but when I opened my eyes, there it was, a goat, in my bedroom, soft black fur shining under the moonlight.

“He’s watching over you.” I couldn’t see Lily but her voice was strained and seemed close. “Making sure you cook.” The goat trotted towards me, resting his head in my lap and staring up with empty, endless eyes. “Cook fast.”

I just stared down at the goat for what felt like the whole night. I felt his soft fur against my hands, heard his breathing as he slept. I know he was there.

Somehow, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, he was there too, but my wife couldn’t see him. She just walked past him, like a goat wasn’t in our bedroom. She acted like I was insane when I talked to her about it. I turned to point to him, but… as I’m sure you’ve guessed by now. He was gone and I looked mad. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.