The Children's Game


May 31, 2014

Journal Entry #1

Claire, my wife, passed away almost a year ago. My therpist told me to write in a journal. She says I need to express myself. I don't know what I am to write about. It's just supposed to help.

We have three daughters, ages 4, 6, and 9. They have been playing this game called "Mommy, mommy, come alive". I know that they understand that their mother is gone, and I don't see any harm in them playing a game, but I just wish they knew the pain I felt when I hear them say those words.

I want to scream sometimes. But at what? My children? Myself? It's a children's game. They don't mean any harm. Right?

One last thing: I could have sworn I heard the front door open and shut last night. Nobody uses the front door anymore. Strange.

June 18, 2014

Journal Entry #2

Good day today. We all went to a baseball game and ate hotdogs. My girls and I love baseball. So did Claire. I've been thinking about her a lot these last few weeks. Ever since the kids have been playing that game, I can't seem to get her off my mind.

Weird stuff is happening too. The sink on her side of the bathroom randomly turned on in the middle of the night. The vanity she used to use, was a mess. I yelled at the girls, because it will be one of their's someday, and I want them to treat it with respect. None of them owned up to it.

I don't know how much longer I can let them play this game without saying something.

The front door was unlocked again this morning.

June 23, 2014

Journal Entry #3

That game. They won't stop playing that FUCKING game! Don't they get tired of it? Your mother is not coming back kids!

And I swear I heard a voice singing softly in the kitchen last night. Claire used to sing so beautifully to the children. Her voice was like the essence of a silk-strung harp. So light and comforting.

This was not comforting.

I don't know if I am going crazy, but it all started when they began playing that stupid game.

That's it. No more.

July 11, 2014

Journal Entry #4

It's been a few weeks since they have played the game, and things have gotten worse. I don't even want to write down the things they've done. The kids are going crazy. They threw the youngest down a flight of stairs the other day. I have no idea why they would do such a thing.

The oldest told me yesterday, while we were at the hospital that their mother has come to visit them, on multiple occasions. I asked how she got in, being sarcastic, due to the recent stress I've been dealing with. My oldest just looked at me and said, "The front door."

I am gonna wait up tonight. I am gonna sit in front of the door. I am gonna find out what's going on.


July 12, 2014

Journal Entry #5

...the darkness in her eyes. I'm scared. Where are the children? Tomorrow will be a year.

July 13, 2014

Journal Entry #6

It's done. The children are asleeeep. This will be the last entry for a while. When the cops come, I will tell them what happened, just like it happened.

She told me to do it. She said we would be together forever.

I guess the game wasn't so bad after all...

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