I woke up in the chair where I fell asleep writing. Today, we begin on the second of December, on Ruth and Bill’s first morning in Red Hill. I guess the answer is no, I don't feel better, but I do feel resigned. Maybe I've spent too much time in the company of the dead. You'll say I should stop obsessing, that I should go outside and breathe some fresh air. You'll tell me that this was just an ordinary nightmare. She shook her head and disappeared in to the trees. I asked whether she wanted me to post the rest of her journal, whether there was anyone I should contact, anything I should do to help her spirit rest. I asked her some questions, in the dream. I could hear her voice, a lower tone than I expected, dry, youthful, full of the grit and grim humor we've seen in her writing. I could barely see her, in the woods, beyond the low branches of trees. I had a dream about her the night before last. I’m grateful that so many of you have found value in Ruth’s story, but sometimes I still feel as if I opened her grave by posting this, as if I disturbed something sacred. u/kiastrashero and others have asked: Do I feel any better about sharing Ruth's diary with you? Yes.
There will be at least one additional concluding part after this one.
#THE WHISTLERS NOSLEEP UPDATE#
Though I speculated in my last update that I would be able to fit the rest of the journal into one last post, it turns out that wasn’t the case. Anyone who is new to this series should begin with parts 1 & 2 (together in one post), and 3.
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