Eighth Post

This is Hell. I am certain of it. I thought that I had gotten away, but I haven't. I don't know how he found me, but I'm not surprised. Maybe one of the stupid tourists told him. They are babbling away as though they didn't speak any English, but I know that it's an act. They are spying on me just like everyone else in this G-d forsaken town. There is a fire burning in the middle of the town, books burning and causing the whole town to be a hot blazing smoking death trap. The whole town is outside, and I thought for a moment that I could hide in my house, but it's time to face the truth.  He found me, and now I'm going to pay. I saw a woman, a ghoul, a demon from Hell with blazing hair and crazy eyes. I tried to kill her, but I couldn't catch her. I took a bottle of vodka from one of the harpies that are fueling the fire, and I threw it at her, but she was too fast for me. I could feel horror in my throat, and I grabbed the harpy and hit her. She fell down, and I went after the others. I thought maybe if I could kill them all then the hell would recede, and I could escape again before he finds me. I don't think it is working. I can feel his gaze on the nape of my neck everytime I turn around.