Sunday December 19th 230 A.A
Finally a bit of warmth, the state commissioner of the English environmental council has decided to decommission the old heaters in the streets and replaced them with brand new ones. They didn’t
Shannon came round today; she has been my best friend since high school. She has a husband and two kids who are grown up now, but she still makes time for me. She speaks in a broad Yorkshire accent and always makes her self at home when she enters my small one bedroom apartment. She is a neurologist and teaches at the university of Chumley, the same university that we studied at so many years ago.
Monday 21st December 230 A.A
Work. Work. Work. I can’t believe that I have to work so close to Christmas. All may friends and family – including my sister Harriet (unfortunately) are having a Christmas party in the Main Leisure Complex on the east side of Chumley City Centre. But guess who can’t go? Me. Yeah Me. I always miss out on the fun, take last year for instance - We all had a barbeque at Shannon’s house, but Harriet was so rotten drunk that she was willing to fight anyone. She chose me. I came back with two black eyes and a broken shoe. She came back with two black eyes and a broken leg! She deserved it.
Today I had to investigate a double suicide, they have been on the rise recently, probably due to Christmas, but I just can’t help thinking that something strange is going on. I hate being a coroner.
Tuesday 22nd December 230 A.A
He is not dead. I’m writing this in the corner of my office hoping that one day someone will find out the truth about the awakening. I was working on yet another suicide victim when suddenly his arm rose up. Anxiously I rose up out of my chair and hoped that it was just nerves firing up. But then his back moved. I ran to the phone. The line was dead. The dead mans eyes started to move. He looked at me. He spoke. He said “Jane! Jane it’s me Derek”.
I whispered, “It can’t be, your dead!”
“I never died Jane. There is no such thing as death Jane.”
“I don’t understand”. I said reaching over for my scalpel.
“You will in time.” He then rose out of his bed, naked, and started to come closer to me. He had his arms stretched out like in one of those old zombie movies. I didn’t know whether he wanted to hug me or massacre me. I wasn’t going to take any chances and with one swoosh of my scalpel I cut him in the chest. He looked shocked.
“What’s the matter dear?” He said.
“N-n-n-othing” I squeaked holding by nose because the stench of the rotting flesh was so bad the no normal person could survive it.
“We have to swap places dear.” He said
“I don’t understand”
“It wasn’t my time to go, it was yours!”
He then came for me violently and he snatched the scalpel clear out of my hands. I had to make a run for it. My own deceased husband is trying to kill me! I kicked him in-between the legs and in the confusion I ran out of the door and into the graveyard.
The graveyard is a solemn place and certainly no place for the dead. It once had great fields growing on it, in the old times but now it remains bare soil and tarmac.
I ran far and fast, I ran through Apsleigh Estate and through banner housing area, but he still was gaining on me. I gave up
I can see him clearly now. He looks nothing like my husband. My husband was good looking and kind, this thing obviously isn’t. Old. Wrinkly. Ugly.
That’s three words to describe this entity. He is not the Derek I once knew.
He slowed down to speak to me, he said, “Jane, when you were just born you were cursed with the spandon. An ancient Celtic curse, ” he then spoke in a deeper more powerful voice “After the 1,000 years have ended Satan shall be loosed from his prison and shall deceive all the nations once more. He shall destroy once prosperous crops and villages and make the Earth barren.” He paused and cleared his dilapidated throat and muttered, “ The thousand years ended 65 years ago.”
“No I, I, It’s impossible. It’s my not my fault” I said.
“You misunderstand me, you are not the beast! But the beast used you and your life will have to be cut short and mine restored.”
“Okay I understand. I am miserable anyway, but before you kill me, let me make a note on all that has transpired her.”
“ I agree.” He escorted me back to my office.
And that’s where I’m up to. I have one last chance of living though. Derek is now asleep. I’m going to jump him and hopes fully escape. Here goes…
23rd December 2300 A.A Chief Police Officers Log
It’s amazing; all plant life has been restored all around Earth. It’s like a dream. Beasts huge and small are
also roaming the fields. Banner Housing estate has disappeared and left an entire forest, like in fairy tales.
Amendment
A report of a flashing white entity around banner housing wood has been noted. The carcass of unidentified woman has also been discovered along with a diary in the coroner’s office.
Sgt. Derek Foster
