The following morning, Chris woke up to the sound of the yawn of his beautiful

daughter. That just gave him enough time to get out of her shoe, of which he

stayed for the remainder of the last six and a half hours after the encounter with

the mosquito. He got up and started to walk out of the closet. But just then, the

moment that he was about to go under her bed. Carrie’s foot came crashing down

next to him. Chris then fell back, as he feared for the moment that his daughter

was going to crush him underfoot. The struck of luck saved him once again, but he

didn’t get up until Carrie left room. When Chris did got back up he looked down at

the heavy print that his daughter just left behind on the carpet. Her foot was so big

at his size. He wanted to compare it as he laid and looked down at his foot. The

looks of it just dropped his bomb again. She was incredibly big, he kept saying

again. But after the pause moment, Chris quickly hurried to get under the bed as

he heard Carrie’s approaching footsteps return. Last night, was a real challenge

again for him. That mosquito he fought was way different than any of the other

creatures he faced, of course it was as fast as the bee, but it had something else in

mind, it was thirsty and hungry like him. It also seemed to have obsession as he

looked upon and felt the sense the creature had, somewhat similar to when he face

the spider long ago in the abandoned cellar. He knew that the next night or possibly

the night after, it might come back to get Carrie again. He had to be ready for that

danger again. But then he remembered that it was back outside and it got in

through the open window. Yes, he thought if Carrie doesn’t close the window before

nightfall, he be willing to close the window himself. It was a risk he had to take to

protect himself and his daughter. He knew that the creature wouldn’t stop until it

had it’s blood and gets it’s blood. He would have think of a plan soon. Carrie was

dressing up for school again, she was dressed up in a black and tight t-shirt, and

faded blue jeans, and wore the NIKE shoes that her father was sleeping in the night

before. In his mind, Chris was saying, “I’m glad I got out of there,” as he stared at

his daughter. Carrie was writing in her diary, her words and thoughts were all that

mattered. Chris just wonders what she is writing. He remembered back then he had

a diary that he written back then, but he stopped right after he was eighteen. He

was now more than curious of what she is writing. “Should I go up there and take a

look?” he said to himself. After about an hour or so, Carrie got her bag and books

and headed right out the door of her bedroom to the front door and was off to

school. Chris was once again in solitude. He really wants nothing but his baby girl to

find him now. Spending years alone was the pain he felt that tore up what was left

of him as human and it got worst as it turned into fear when he found that although

alone, he was not alone. He had enemies. But those enemies were all killed, except

for the mosquito. He made a vow to himself that he would kill the mosquito before

revealing himself to Carrie. It was all a new standard of a test to prove if his is a

true spirit of the human soul. Chris then discovered that his daughter left her diary

opened, this was it the perfect opportunity to see her life through his eyes. Lucky for

him again, the drawer has this desk had this design when on each corner there was

a ladder like leg on each leg of the desk for him to climb. It took him about two

minutes but he finally reached the top. He carefully walked over two pencils and a

fancy looking girly pen before stopping to look at the notebook before him. It was

massively big. He then takes a look at the page, as he then carefully walks down

and reads on…

Dear Diary, it’s been almost twelve years… Throughout those twelve years and on…, I

always wondered who my father was and what he was like. The memories I do have are

only back then in my childhood. I was only 5 years old at the time when it all began…My

mother told me a long time ago that he was getting sick and it was for the best for me to

stay away. I couldn’t understand why at time? Things back then started to get weird for me

when I was around my daddy. He was getting smaller everyday, most of the time back

then he would stay at home. Just learning that the News couldn’t get enough of him

angered him and my mother. We then moved out into the country for a while, by then I

remember that my dad was reaching my height. During the time being, my mother hired a

babysitter to look out for me while she was at work. I couldn’t remember at the time where

dad went, but I felt he was somewhere around the house. It would be less than a couple of

weeks after his disappearance. Since then, I always thought that daddy just ran away back

then. I knew that he did it for himself, but still he could have at least said goodbye.

Throughout my entire life, I wondered if he was okay, if he somewhere close, or even if he

remembered mom and I. I keep praying to this day that one day I’ll see him again. The

only thing I keep that reminds of him is this string and needle that I found stuck in my

shoe, the day we left our house. I knew that it belonged to my daddy and that somewhere

he may think the same thing I always wondered, where are you?