When he woke up , he reflected on his supposed dream that he had last night , but as he stepped out of his bedroom , he froze . The diary was sitting where it landed the night before . He picked it up , staring curiously at it , trying to figure out why the little girl wanted from the diary . Instead of exploring the city , Jacob sat down to read more of the diary .
My brother has been pestering me about lending him some money for his daughter to attend school , even though I have supplied him with a job that pays enough for his daughter ’ s school fees . If he wants a better life , he will have to work for it and earn it …
Jacob read the diary from day to night , he put down the book and heard the rattling sound of the doorknob . Jacob quickly ran into the living room and there was the girl , staring at him with her distorted face . Instead of disappearing into the air , she jumped at him while screaming with a pitch that could have shattered windows .
Jacob ’ s vision went dark and was clouded by a heavy fog .
He could see a window and through the window there were two men . One was the large and chubby man Jacob saw in the portrait , the buttons were straining around his waist . The other one was wearing a traditional Chinese robe that was twice the size himself , as if the man was the coat hanger for the robes .
At one point , the thinner man held up his stick-like arms up in front of him . His veins were like snakes slithering under his skin . It seemed that the smaller dishevelled man was becoming frustrated to the point that he could not contain himself and jumped at the portly man in front of him . Out of nowhere guards grabbed the dishevelled man by the arms and just as he was being dragged away Jacob saw a hand smack the window with a force that vibrated the glass and the form of the vision began to change .
Jacob ’ s eyes began to blur and when the black fog cleared he saw the house , its grand stone walls looking like teeth in the pale light of the moon , except whoever he was ran to the back of the house and slowly opened a small wooden door that was presumably a servant entrance . There was a sound of small , bare feet slapping against the hard stone floor as they hurriedly yet quietly ran through the corridor and up the stairs , stopping at a tall wooden door .
The door opened with a quiet creak and the pitter-pattering of feet stepped inside . Under the blanket of a posh bed slept a figure that was actually the portly man from the article and the vision . Beside the bed was a oil lamp . A small hand reached for the handle . The lamp began to shake in their hands , showing the raw emotion they contantained . The man ’ s eyes fluttered opened . He noticed them holding the lamp to his face . He spat out the word “ You !” but it meant nothing . Overwhelmed by emotion . They threw the burning oil lamp at the portly man , the glass shattering on his face , pelting it with a mixture of oil and fire . Causing untold agony .
As the room began to burn up , the vessel that Jacob was looking through just stood in the center of the room , watching the flames . The fire began to grow fiercer and hotter . Jacob could feel the heat rising , yet it yielded no reaction . The unknown person just stood , letting the fire consume them .