Journal Entry Day 41

[irish_bombshell]

I do so love the autumn. There's nothing quite so nice as raking up all the leaves on the front lawn and then watching Anthony jump into them at his pleasure. He really is the most wonderful son. I can't think of anything more fulfilling than making sure he has everything he could ever possibly want. He really is a magnificent child, and always

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[twilightzonemod]

And then there's a tug at Fiona's skirt. His voice is soft but stern. "Who are you talking to, Mama?"

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[irish_bombshell]

Fiona smiled at Anthony warmly. "Why hello there young man. I was just writing in my journal. Was I talking out loud again? I didn't mean to. Not that I mind everyone knowing how wonderful you are. I just like to write a keepsake of all the wonderful things in my life, namely you."

[goldn_boy]

Miss? Are you all right?

[irish_bombshell]

[Fiona gasped and fumbled the journal as words she didn't write suddenly appeared on the page, as if someone was talking to her.]

"Oh my!" [Fiona fanned herself, as if she was going to faint, but then gathered strength she didn't know she had, along with some curiosity and decided to try writing back.]

I'm fine... Wonderful, except for this bizarre hallucination. Maybe I need a nap.

[goldn_boy]

It's not a hallucination, miss. I'm afraid it's real. My name's Jim, and I'm stuck here, too.

[irish_bombshell]

[Fiona blinked as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing... or reading. Which really, she couldn't.]

Stuck here? I'm not stuck here. I live here in a beautiful house with a beautiful, perfect son. Why would anyone want to leave? And I'd thank you, Sir, to stay out of my private thoughts.