To anyone reading this, my name is Hans, 32 years old.
This is my story.
It all became when we first moved to a small town called Lonn town, i thought we were escaping the chaos and noises of the city.
I wanted a fresh space for my two daughters, Anna and Jenna, i wanted to give them a place were they could breathe again after their mother left them in this world in my care.
The house was old but well-maintained and spacious, perfect for them to play around.
Anna was the eldest, a quiet girl and...a bit different.
She would rather spend her time staring at the insects than playing with toys like Jenna.
I used to think it was charming and endearing but when we settled in the town, her curiosity turned into obsession.
It began with the bees.
There was a hive in a old tree at the edge of the cliff.
I warned her to stay away but she didn't listen.
She would always sneak out when i wasn't around.
I remember finding her one afternoon, her hand was outstretched, bees crawling across her arm like pets.
She wasn't scare instead, she was smiling and giggling. She looked at me ,
" Daddy, they like me"
I was shock but then i saw a pot of honey on her side and thought she had applied them on her arm.
I told her to just feed them and come inside.
At night, i would hear her humming a low and tune less melody in her room, whenever i would ask about it she only say,
" the bees taught me"
I thought she was just playing around so i let her be.
Then the nightmares began.
Terrible and horrible dreams. A black large hive was hanging infront of me, i saw a massive bee queen with writhing legs and a bloated body slick with blood , it's face, grotesque mosaic of human faces and eyes.
I would wake up choking, my throat thick with something sticky and sweet.
I would check on my daughters after i wake up from those dreams and i would always find them asleep.
But the air in Anna's room always smelled faintly of wax and her window was left open, though, i always check their Windows before going to bed.
After a week, the neighbours began acting strange, my neighbour next door, Mr John screamed, claiming that bees were crawling down his throat.
The following day, the mailman was found dead next to his van, his mouth was stuffed with solid honey.
I froze.
People began to whispered about it, they started pointing fingers at my daughter.
That's when i realised something was so wrong.
I protected her and brought her back home and begged her to stop feeding the bees.
I don't know why but something was telling me she has something to do with it.
She didn't answer.
The next day, Mr John was found death in his kitchen, his eye balls were replace with honeycomb.
I ran back to my daughter.
i shouted.
I cried.
I told her to tell them to stop, but she just looked at me with those calm and lost eyes
" you don't understand daddy, they chose me, SHE chose me"
"Who is SHE?" i asked.
But she was silent.
I sat on the couch, my hands shook for hours.
I locked all the doors and sealed every window.
I call a psychologist, a therapist, even a priest but no one had answers.
As days went by, she grew quieter as if she was waiting for something.
Then one early morning, she was gone.
I was sure i locked everything, the keys are still in my pocket, so how?
I woke all the neighbours and we began to search.
We found her the next day inside that damn tree- inside it.
Her little body was wrapped in wax and yellow flower petals, her skin was very cold, her eyes were half-open, but she was breathing.
We rushed her to the hospital, the doctor ran test after test.
Nothing made sense, no trauma, no injuries, no diseases, nothing just....sleeping.
I asked one of my neighbour to take care of Jenna while i stayed in the hospital.
I thought that since there are no sightings of bees or any insect in the hospital, things will be fine.
But no .
The nurses reported seeing bees in the vent and Windows at night.
One of them even found a wax doll, shaped like themself on the windows.
The equipments in the hospital began to fail, lights flickered none stop.
One night, when i was by her side, i heard her hum the same tune less melody in her sleep, i gently patted her head praying she wakes up soon.
The next morning, i woke up and looked at the bed.
She was.....gone.
There was no alarm, no broken windows, just a slightly opened window beside a cold bed and a trail of honey on the floor.
I broken down.
The doctors didn't believe me when i told them she wasn't kidnapped .
No one understand she had left willingly.
That something had taken her or...awaken inside her.
We searched for days but didn't find her.
After her disappearance, the whole town changed.
I saw the children pressing their ears on the ground, mumbling.
I looked around, i saw flowers blooming out of season, and strange black bees i have never seen before.
As the wind blew, i could hear the hum, the same hum.
My Anna...
*****
They say i have gone mad, that grief made me hallucinate.
But i know what i saw.
One night after putting Jenna to bed, i returned to the tree, the one on the edge of the cliff where we found her.
I stood before it, trembling, hoping to see her again .
Please.....
I begged.
And i did see her.
Pale as ever, bare foot, standing at the edge of the tree.
She didn't speak , she didn't move.
But the bees moved around her like air.
And then she smiled, a smile i haven't seen in a long time.
I felt to my knees.
Tearing streaming down my face.
Oh my dear wife, what have i done.
I shouldn't have left the city.
My dear wife, you once said she was special, have you known about this?
Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you warn me before you left?
Now, they call her " The Queen" .
The tree she disappeared into grew larger and larger, it now has the height of a five story building, its trunk bloated and garled.
Black honey drips from its barks, it can't be call a tree anymore, it was more like a hall.
No. A church, and my daughter is at the centre of it all.
I am writing this from the edge of the town, Jenna is now under the care of my sister.
And i, am still living in the same old house, i tried to leave this place, but i always come back, the hum grew louder the further i go.
I feel her inside me, sometimes in my dreams , in the wind.
Every day i woke up with the taste of honey in my mouth and a memory of her soft little hand caressing my face.
I don't know what Anna became, i don't know if she was changed or consumed.....or she has always been like that, that i was the one who awaken "it" by bringing her to nature .
I really don't know.
All i know is , she loved them and they too loved her back.
Seeing how am still alive, maybe she still love her daddy right?
If you find this journal, if you hear a hum at night, don't listen.
And for the love of whatever you believe in....
Don't listen to the little girl in the pink dress.
And if you woke up with something sweet in your mouth,
Am sorry....but is already late.
*****
[Kia's voice returns]
"The father sent this in hoping someone believe him, someone like you".
"He said they are always watching, "she" is always listening".
"And now you know"
"Hmm, well, guess i will see you soon"