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There is nothing for me to do or for me to say. You all make me feel miniscule, insignificant. There is no way for me to tell you without you making me feel even more small or trying to convince me that it's only because you care. When i do try you make me feel like I'm overreacting. The best thing for me is never what i want, it's what you want for me. Let me be. Leave me alone. Why would I want your help when all you do is hurt me even more.

I finally get back to my house and I try to think of the best thing for me to do. I remember the house was trashed like someone was looking for something. Does someone else know about the demonic fairies? Maybe this is something I should leave alone. I can move to London! The fairies surely wouldn't travel from the US to London, or would they? Shit there is nothing I can do about these things when I know nothing about them. Google might have something about them that a nut job wrote, but what if it's just that? Something a nut job wrote? Even if it is nonsense it might help. I go to Google and look up "demonic fairy infestation" to find five articles. I click on the first one and when the article pops up there is a picture of the fairy, but it doesn't look like the one I'm dealing with. I exit out then click on the second result to find an article that describes the behavior towards others, and it doesn't match what happened with me. I finally try the third site and it pulls up an article that describes the fairy I saw. In the article it never mentioned a killing method, just things that deter it or make it docile. I figured I would, or someone would, need to kill these things eventually, so I'm going to need to see if anything will be enough to make it killable. The first was holy water (it's always the holy water) but all the holy water does is panic the fairies and get it to run away. Like spraying a cat with water. I look at the next thing and it's a sacrifice, drawing blood from something alive. It's supposed to make them docile. That must have been what my grandma did, but what did she use? She had a farm with a lot of animals. Did she use something small like a chicken, or something large like a cow? Well it looks like I'll have to find out. Shitty McTitties this is a mess, and I have to deal with it myself. If I tell someone else they might think I'm bonkers.

I step out of my house for the first time in two days. The sun has never seemed so bright. I'm dreading today, I don't want to go through my crazy grandma's house. No one else wants to, so I have to. I get in my car, turn it on, and drive oh so very happily to my granny's house. I get to the door and knock out of habit, maybe her ghost will appreciate that. It's musty and dirty, dirty like someone else has been here. I check the house thinking it was a raccoon or something, but raccoons can't pull down the ladder to the attic, can they? I go up the ladder to the attic, mustier than the rest of the house. It's absolutely thrashed. The only thing that seemed to be left in order were some small chained and locked boxes. The boxes looked to be meant for dolls, but why would each individual be chained? I look at one box that didn't have a lock, strewn away from the rest. My gut tells me that it's a bad idea to open it, but I ignore it. What's the creepy box gonna do? Eat me? I open the box and there was an odd looking fairy doll with its eyes closed. It wasn't cute and friendly looking like you would think a fairy to be, it was demonic and life-like. I poke its face. Squishy like it's a real face. The doll's eyes snapped open and it opened its mouth and emitted a horrible screech, lunging for my face. I smack it out of the air like someone would smack a pesky mosquito. It falls to the ground twitching, so I stomped it to make sure it was dead. The rest of the chained, locked boxes began to rattle aggressively. I jumped down from the attic, making sure to close it behind me, and ran out of the house. I hopped in my car and drove away as fast as possible. Shit, all I wanted to do was get this over with, but now the house is gonna be filled with demon fairies. Maybe I can just throw a bug bomb in there, treat them like roaches, but what if they're immune to that? God damnit.