dead. Both are terrible. The last option to me is to stay here and languish. I am sure thatsomeday I will be exhumed. It’s not like I can die from being buried.Entry 4:I can smell humans in the house. More humans. . .more blood being smeared somewherein here. Now that I am too weak to actually lift the lid on my coffin, I can’t. . .“Mary, come forth!” the commanding voice shuddered through me, and I rosefrom my coffin, jerked into motion like some demonic marionette. I could feel my eyes blazing as my body followed the command like a rat to the piper.“Come Mary.” Called the voice again, seductive this time, igniting my hunger and lust. Before me, Meyers stood, his arms open to welcome my body, and shameful andhorrid that it was, I came, shuddering against him, a total slave to my passions.“That is right, child. Oh, you were so clever to hide in your coffin, but that isover now. See? I mean you no ill!”“P-Paishel?” I stuttered, unsure of myself. I tried to remain strong, but thedemon’s influence overshadowed me.“But of course my dear, would you have it instead be useless and tremblingghoulish Caldwell? Come my dear, I know what you need.”The door to my hiding place opened, revealing a timid teenage boy, dressed inratty clothes and reeking of drugs. He could not see into the shadows, but he stood,trembling, sensing danger. In my hunger I leaped at him, unable to stop myself.“Ah!” Paishel began, and I froze, just inches from the boy’s neck. Oh god! The boy seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.“So thirsty, my dear. Ah, I was going to give him to Janice, but if you would.”He released me, and I bit down like the feral beast I was, blood leaping into my mouth,singing as it jetted down my throat. I had to have all of this boy. I stripped him downwith my hard nails, shredding the fabric from his body. He shuddered against me, hisanimal reaction bathing me in the scent of his hormones. Lust and blood together mingled in my form, revitalizing me, and I knew that I was going to kill him. Suddenly.