24 days

It sounds like a goddamned exorcism is taking place upstairs. 

The beating on the floor starts at 1 p.m daily. Mom was more sick than usual today and has experienced zero peace to be able to relax and try to heal. 

It’s now 9 p.m and those little (and big) bitches sound like they’re gonna come through the floorboards any minute. With their furniture. 

I used to do work at night. I gave it up when I moved here. It’s the only positive thing I can say about these freaks. 

Three weeks and three days …

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