Most of you know the story of my grandfather. Well this has nothing to do with it I hope. Nevertheless it seems to have a connection. A wealth of knowledge has become host to vengeance. No one that carries my blood is safe, so it seems. I can't say I'm not afraid. I'm on the list for this inferno spirit I'm sure. I wish I could take back all the horrid things I've said about my family and the dullness of my life. Everything is getting complicated. I'm finally learning how to make my dreams come true and a creature stuck in limbo has taken one of my kin as a host. Damn parasites. I wish this was a drug war but it isn't- It can never be that simple for me. This fight maybe nothing but a fight against insanity- but already dreadfully creepy things have started to happen. The notorious board game of communication with the dead strikes again this time with someone very dear to me. I’m afraid my time might come. So far she’s on sedatives I’m holding a bible and clutching a crucifix- my knowledge of exorcisms is not applicable here. I could be a hero but I can also become a host. I won’t take that chance. I wish things were less extreme now. I’m writing this before I go to the hospital where they keep my cousin. I just hope she’s lost her mind and nothing else. May we have the lord’s blessing? Our family apocalypse may just have come. I for one will not fall at the hands of death- not so soon.