Case #10 - Eleanor Thrush
Ellie's Diary
Tuesday - I’ve got a cold. The worst kind. It’s so mild that it’s not even worth complaining about, but I will. It’s a faint tickle in my throat, a dull pain in my nasal cavity. I wish would just arrive already so it can sooner pass. Instead it’s just this looming burden, a gnawing nothing that claws at the back of my mouth like an inexperienced teenager.
Wednesday - Feeling much better. Saw the doc just to be safe, he said it was a 24 hour thing. Can't sleep anyway because of construction right by my house. Funny thing happened today. I noticed a deposit into my checking account for $7,000. I called the bank, they said it was made at the ATM I normally use. Deposited on Monday at 3 a.m.
Thursday - Tired today. And hungry. I had a dream about a tall man with red hair and a beard. Didn't get much sleep though. I swear they were out there working all night. Tomorrow will be better.
Friday - Today was terrible. Last night was worse. Tonight will be better.
Saturday - I went for a walk in valley green today and could not walk straight. My body kept wanting to turn to the left. This happened several times. If I didn't correct myself I would've fallen straight into the creek! Found some tools and a yellow hardhat in my trunk. Not mine. Not Harold's.
Sunday - The sun is out and I am finally over that cold. Today I noticed the mysterious $7,000 is no longer in my checking account. In fact, there is no record it was ever there. I called the bank and they asked when I deposited it and I said I never did and so they weren't much help. Oh well, I guess it was never my money to begin with. Now, to get some sleep.
Monday - Nathaniel ran away again. They found him. That poor boy. Maybe he should come home but I wouldn't be much help. I've been under the weather. This cold keeps hanging around like his name is George. Immune to antibiotics, unimpressed by modern cold medicine technology, it sleeps, it waits. For what? For when? Goodbye, George. Be gone.
Thursday - My clothes are soaked, the door is unlocked, and I woke up in the guestroom bed. I'm fairly certain I left the house last night. I had a dream I got in a fight with one of those construction workers. Lovely dream as they continue to keep me awake. Did I go for a walk in the rain with George?
Friday - Today was Nathaniel's birthday. We took him to his favorite restaurant: Friendlies! It went as well as one could hope. He was pretty quiet and only tried to run out the front door once. I was thinking, what if I'm possessed by the ghost of my great great grandfather and he wants me to do his unfinished business? Is George actually the ghost of great grandpa (who's name was Melvin)?
Saturday - I'm either losing it or someone was in my house last night. My ottoman was on the other side of the house and my reading glasses are missing. I never move them from the bathroom because that's the only place I read. No sign of a break in but I'm changing the locks.
Sunday - My great grandfather wanted me to get myself a new scarf. I didn't ask questions. A blind man stopped me on the street and asked if I remember him. He said he remembered me. From Dans Le Noir. He said he worked there. I told him he was mistaken and that I'd never been there before. I don't even know what that is!
Thursday - Nathaniel ran away last night and made it as far as the highway before they picked him up. They are sedating him and talking about sending him somewhere. I was driving home past the ever-sprawling construction site around the corner when I stopped at a red light. I turned and looked out my window and saw a little boy wearing an orange vest and holding a sign to redirect traffic. He could not have been older than seven years old. He looked catatonic, it was well past his bedtime.
Friday - My granddaughter is taking French and told me that Dans Le Noir means "Dining in the Dark". The blind man works at a restaurant where people eat in complete darkness with people they don't know. The staff is all blind. I don't recall ever going there. It makes more sense that he's mistaking me for someone else. He is, after all, blind.
Saturday - I was leaving the house when I saw a construction truck leaving the site. I decided to follow it. Out of character for me, especially since the back of the truck read "Construction Vehicle, NO NOT FOLLOW". Normally the only thing I follow are rules but my blood was up! I followed this truck onto the Schulykil Expressway. We were nearly to Fairmount Park when my index finger locked up and my right hand lifted off the wheel all by itself. My hand moved to the radio dial and turned off the music I was listening to, it then steered the car into the right lane and the car slowed to a halt. Right in the middle of 76! I sat in the car petrified as cars swerved and honked as they passed. I did not do this. It was George.
Sunday - I woke up in a quarry. It was 4 in the morning. I must've had too much wine. I can't really explain it. I was upset about what happened. My finger has been locking up again. Has been happening all day. I'm getting old. Time to make some changes and take better care of myself. As if that wasn't strange enough, while I was driving home came upon a road block. I followed the detour but after what happened yesterday I was curious to know if this was more construction. I parked my car on the side of the road and walked through the woods back toward where the road block was. Then I heard some noise, machines. I was right. They're building something right under the bridge. That's not the strange part though. I moved closer to get a better look and saw a bunch of men in hard hats laying some train tracks and that's when I saw him. A boy. A little boy! He was dressed in a hard hat and an orange vest. He saw me coming and walked up to me with his arms folded. I asked him what he was doing up so late but he wouldn't respond. I asked him where his parents were. No response. I snapped a picture.
As I walked away, so did he. That's when I noticed he was wearing pajama pants and slippers. Bunny slippers! I returned to my car, drove home, and went to bed. When I awoke I thought I'd dreamt the whole thing but then I saw this picture on my phone. I'd never forget that face.
Monday - I went to a meeting. First one in a while. Same old shit. Except now I'm the old shit. Don't expect me to go again.
Tuesday - Nathaniel went to the hospital. He jumped through a second story window. He ran three miles before the police found him. Cuts and glass and all. The cops didn't understand why he wouldn't cooperate. No one ever understands. Been by his side all day and night. Praying for poor little Nate. He's getting bigger.
Wednesday - Nathaniel has a cold but everyone is too focused on his behavioral problems. I hope he didn't catch it from me. He'd never tell you something like that was bothering him.
Thursday - Went to another meeting. There's one guy there who makes me feel less crazy. He said he walks on roof's in his sleep, drives in his sleep. He's a riot!
Saturday - I'm either losing it or someone was in my house last night. My ottoman was on the other side of the house and my reading glasses are missing. I never move them from the bathroom because that's the only place I read. No sign of a break in but I'm changing the locks.
Sunday - My great grandfather wanted me to get myself a new scarf. I didn't ask questions. A blind man stopped me on the street and asked if I remember him. He said he remembered me. From Dans Le Noir. He said he worked there. I told him he was mistaken and that I'd never been there before. I don't even know what that is!
Thursday - Nathaniel ran away last night and made it as far as the highway before they picked him up. They are sedating him and talking about sending him somewhere. I was driving home past the ever-sprawling construction site around the corner when I stopped at a red light. I turned and looked out my window and saw a little boy wearing an orange vest and holding a sign to redirect traffic. He could not have been older than seven years old. He looked catatonic, it was well past his bedtime.
Friday - My granddaughter is taking French and told me that Dans Le Noir means "Dining in the Dark". The blind man works at a restaurant where people eat in complete darkness with people they don't know. The staff is all blind. I don't recall ever going there. It makes more sense that he's mistaking me for someone else. He is, after all, blind.
Saturday - I was leaving the house when I saw a construction truck leaving the site. I decided to follow it. Out of character for me, especially since the back of the truck read "Construction Vehicle, NO NOT FOLLOW". Normally the only thing I follow are rules but my blood was up! I followed this truck onto the Schulykil Expressway. We were nearly to Fairmount Park when my index finger locked up and my right hand lifted off the wheel all by itself. My hand moved to the radio dial and turned off the music I was listening to, it then steered the car into the right lane and the car slowed to a halt. Right in the middle of 76! I sat in the car petrified as cars swerved and honked as they passed. I did not do this. It was George.
Sunday - I woke up in a quarry. It was 4 in the morning. I must've had too much wine. I can't really explain it. I was upset about what happened. My finger has been locking up again. Has been happening all day. I'm getting old. Time to make some changes and take better care of myself. As if that wasn't strange enough, while I was driving home came upon a road block. I followed the detour but after what happened yesterday I was curious to know if this was more construction. I parked my car on the side of the road and walked through the woods back toward where the road block was. Then I heard some noise, machines. I was right. They're building something right under the bridge. That's not the strange part though. I moved closer to get a better look and saw a bunch of men in hard hats laying some train tracks and that's when I saw him. A boy. A little boy! He was dressed in a hard hat and an orange vest. He saw me coming and walked up to me with his arms folded. I asked him what he was doing up so late but he wouldn't respond. I asked him where his parents were. No response. I snapped a picture.
As I walked away, so did he. That's when I noticed he was wearing pajama pants and slippers. Bunny slippers! I returned to my car, drove home, and went to bed. When I awoke I thought I'd dreamt the whole thing but then I saw this picture on my phone. I'd never forget that face.
Monday - I went to a meeting. First one in a while. Same old shit. Except now I'm the old shit. Don't expect me to go again.
Tuesday - Nathaniel went to the hospital. He jumped through a second story window. He ran three miles before the police found him. Cuts and glass and all. The cops didn't understand why he wouldn't cooperate. No one ever understands. Been by his side all day and night. Praying for poor little Nate. He's getting bigger.
Wednesday - Nathaniel has a cold but everyone is too focused on his behavioral problems. I hope he didn't catch it from me. He'd never tell you something like that was bothering him.
Thursday - Went to another meeting. There's one guy there who makes me feel less crazy. He said he walks on roof's in his sleep, drives in his sleep. He's a riot!
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