"And if you lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish."
 - House of Leaves.

I'm starting to feel like the progression of the mania which has rather overwhelmed me isn't simply grief. Not anymore. It's the fear. It's the paranoia. The idea of Daddy killing me, killing everyone, it feels like an immediate threat, and one with a horrible feeling of inevitability. As time passes, Bleakley's threats don't feel more and more empty, but are instead becoming very tangible. I've only caught glimpses of Him. But the fear...it's been overwhelming me as of late, and I'm powerless in the face of it.