{"id":131,"date":"2020-01-01T20:28:52","date_gmt":"2020-01-01T20:28:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hamsterbandit.com\/?page_id=131"},"modified":"2020-01-01T20:28:52","modified_gmt":"2020-01-01T20:28:52","slug":"the-night-visitor-of-may-6th-1978","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/hamsterbandit.com\/?page_id=131","title":{"rendered":"The Night Visitor of May 6th, 1978"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My name is Helena Hodges, and I&#8217;m a carpenter\/landlord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I had recently moved into a little fixer-upper in the northwest with the intent of, well, fixing it up. My plan was to rent it out once I had finished my work and then eventually sell it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">While I was tearing out the walls of what was once a child&#8217;s bedroom, I came across a diary hidden inside the walls. I read through it and was rather charmed by how the little girl, years ago, fancied herself quite the writer. I hope wherever she is now, she&#8217;s living that dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One entry in particular caught my eye, considering recent events, and I have recreated it here with corrected spelling and editor&#8217;s notes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ficpics.online\/tot\/2018\/diary1.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dear Diary,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I write to you on May 7th, 1978 to recount the incident we shall henceforth (<em>editor: &#8216;henfirst&#8217; in the text<\/em>) refer to as The Night Visitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Future readers, please know that I, Maggie Blumenthal, age 10, REALLY SAW THIS. I&#8217;m NOT making this up. The Night Visitor really was here! I don&#8217;t CARE what certain persons who shall remain unnamed (editor: this addition apparently was added after the name &#8216;Sadie&#8217; was scribbled out) at school say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And now begins our story, Dear Diary!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I lay in my bed, the night of May 6th, when the closet door slowly creaked (<em>editor: kreeted in the original text. I confess I may not have guessed this one correctly<\/em>) open. The room, already cold from spring, dropped a dozen temperatures! And out from the closet came my flower emblazoned bedsheet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And then the bedsheet turned! And looked at me with dark eyes! Someone had cut holes in my bedsheet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;Boooo,&#8221; it said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;That&#8217;s not funny, Nathan!&#8221; I said to my little brother. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to tell mom what you did to my sheets.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nathan came closer to me, arms lifting the bedsheet to stick straight out, to try and be like Frankenstein.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And then, diary, Nathan tripped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And the bedsheet was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That was not Nathan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I swear (but not really, I am a Lady) to you diary, that I heard demonic laughter as I ran to my parents&#8217; room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yours,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maggie<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ficpics.online\/tot\/2018\/diary1.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This account sheds much light on the happenings in this residence. Of course, he, or rather &#8216;it&#8217;, no longer requires the sheet. And thus begins my own account and descent into uneasiness since I have begun my work&#8230;\n\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My name is Helena Hodges, and I&#8217;m a carpenter\/landlord. I had recently moved into a little fixer-upper in the northwest with the intent of, well, fixing it up. My plan was to rent it out once I had finished my work and then eventually sell it. 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