November 2, 2017 (Day of the dead)
<p><p>I can't stop my hand from shaking and I'm not even sure why I'm writing at a time like this. I guess I just don't want to be forgotten, in case I don't make it. Besides, this pen is much easier to hold than my shovel. I'm not even sure is any of what I've done is real. Who would have thought I'd be capable of murder, if I can even call it that. Is it murder if the person you killed was already dead? Dead. They all look dead. I can see them walking in the street dead. They're dead. Death. The thought of death used to terrify me, but now I'm more scared of coming back after my heart stops. Maybe I'm already dead and this is what Hell look's like. Maybe I should've gone to church more. I saw video's on YouTube, but I didn't think any of them were real, and now here I am hiding in my house and praying that God is still with me. If he's not I'm already dead.</p>