Journal: October 9 1999 I have been pregnant for about 9 months. My child is due next week. I just hope she grows up to be smart and healthy. Real life: so there I am walking around this morning and feeling weird. It's because I'm gonna have a child any day or minute now. My stomach is burning like someone has a match to it. I can endure the pain. Then all if a sudden my water breaks and I call for my husband. I yell his name and say it's time. He knows what this means and he grabs my bag and puts all the kids in the car. Before I leave the house I grab my journal and pen. I pray for my child and myself. Journal: October 15 1999 My water just broke I'm on my way to the hospital now. Oh this child hurts so bad. I've had 3 before it why does this one hurt mire than the others! Oh dear Lord help me! Ok I just gave birth to her and she's so white and tiny. She has blue eyes blonde hair and pale white skin. Awww she looks like an angel I love her. Because she looks like an angel I'm gonna name her Angela. Real life: I was hold my new born child brushing her short hair back away from her eyes. The doctor said they needed to weigh her so I let them. The next day I got to leave the hospital and bring Angela home. First thing I did was bathe her in the sink. I bent over to get the soap because I dropped it on the floor and when I turned back around she had her hand on a knife handle that was on the counter. Immediately I moved it away. After that I dried her off and put her to bed. The next morning I walked into the baby's room and saw her standing in the crib and I was amazed. The baby shared a room with her two year old sister. The baby was looking at her sister and her sister was crying and I went over and hugged her. I asked what's wrong and she said "Baby bad. Evil." I was shocked! But I just thought she was jealous of the new baby and I brushed it off my mind. I kissed her on the head and said its ok hunny then left the room carrying the baby with my. I walked into our tiny kitchen and went to open the fridge. Then I noticed the baby stretching her arm out for a knife. I quickly grabbed her hands and said no. I brought her into the living room and started feeding her her bottle. Then I thought, if she can stand maybe she can walk too. I set her down by the television and then walked back across the room. I turned around and saw the baby walking towards me. I called her father over and he was amazed too. A couple days later I left her sitting on her baby mat on the floor while I was making lunch for the others. I looked out from the kitchen and saw she was gone! I freaked out and began looking for her. I finally found her sitting on the bathroom floor with the cabinet open playing with her fathers razor blades. I ran over and picked her up. I noticed blood on the blade on checked her all over. She was fine. Journal: October 21 1999 She is so different from the others. She worries me a lot. She can already walk and she's only 6 days old! It scares me some. And she is always reaching for sharp objects wherever she is. I hope she doesn't hurt herself. I found blood on a razor blade but I didn't see any cuts on her. Real life: Angela has been the same except she learned how to speak. Her first word was the word blood. That scares me some. But her brothers might have been playing video game with that stuff so who knows. I have to watch her 24/7! Oh and I found out what the blood was from because after a couple days I found the cat dead in the bathtub. But what she didn't know is that I gonna be Angela's first kill... And not her last! Journal: December 3 1999 It's been a while since I last wrote in my journal... Its busy taking care of Angela. She killed the cat and spoke her first words. She still scares her sister and her brothers are a little scared to be around her. I don't know why. She's still my little angel! -3 years later- "Angela where are you?!" I asked kinda worried. "I'm right her mommy!" I turn around and see Angela standing there holding a baby bunny. "Where did you get that?!" "Amber"she said. I ran outside. Her sisters rabbit had babies. I called everyone out and Angela stayed inside. When I went back inside she had left the rabbit on the floor and the dog ha gotten to it. She wasn't screaming when she saw the bunny's blood. She just giggled and I saw and freaked out. I picked her up and brought her outside. She ran back inside and wrote in the blood using her finger "this isn't the last" and I wiped it up and washed her off. Life went on as it usually does. That night I put Angela and her sister to bed at the same time as I put her brothers to bed. And I went to sleep myself a couple minutes after. The next morning I wake up to find Angela with her hands covered in blood and I immediately go to her sister. Her sister is dead with a deep bite in her neck that cut her jugular. There and bloody hand prints that show where Angela touched and I slowly back out of the room leaving Angela asleep. I notice bloody hand prints along the hall way wall. Right then my heart started beating 50x faster than usual. I walked all into my sons room and my eldest son wasn't in bed and that scared me more. I thought, what if he and Angela killed everyone and he's about to kill me. I saw my other son was completely under the covers and I walked over and grabbed them. I took a deep breathe and pulled it back. I tried not to scream because if I did I was sure I was gonna die. My son's face was completely gone. There was no way in heaven or in hell that that was my precious little daughter that did these things. I looked away from him at the wall and written in blood it said "there's still more" I covered my sons body again with the blanket. I walk out of the room and see a shadow over in a corner. I slowly walk over to see what was making that shadow. My eldest son is now tied to a chair bleeding out. I swear he wasn't there before. Then I feel a sharp pain in my back. I hear in a sweet angelic voice, "hi mommy!" the sharp pain in my back was a knife she had stabbed me with. I slowly fell to my knees and then I completely fell. Slowly I close my eyes and die. My husband came home finally from working late and screamed he saw in my blood written "one more left." he tried to leave the house as fast as possible but my little angel stabbed his heart right before he exited the house and collapsed outside. A neighbor called 911 and they came and got the angel child which is really the child from hell. She is in a mental hospital and can't be with others. If you are ever in the Mental Hospital on Cherry Lane don't go to the last room at the end of the hall on level 4. If you do then look in the window. You'll see a little girl in a straight jacket. Plotting her next kill.