Samantha Andermanis
Survey of Word Literature
November 16, 2012
Fan Fiction
The Diary of Hilda
A Fan Fiction of Lu Xun’s Diary of a Madman
There were once two sisters who did everything and anything together. Wherever Blair went Hilda followed, and vice versa. Being friends with them while growing up was challenging just because I always felt like the third wheel. They had these inside jokes that I never could understand, or the fact that they just sometimes knew what the other one was thinking. When I turned 13 that’s when my world crashed and my parents told me I was moving to Texas, because my father received a job offer that was too good to lose. I always kept in contact with Blair, and years later I received an e-mail stating Hilda became sick. She stated that she was okay and although she had this paranoia she was offered a position as a teacher in a small school district. During the time of Hilda’s sickness she kept a diary that Blair reads. This is the “Diary of Hilda” and its text creates the major points of the story. The diary explains Hilda’s increasing obsession with owls which she thinks will take over the world. Hilda’s convinced that sooner or later she’ll be attacked by them.
November 1st, 1966
The light shining off the small crescent shaped moon and onto my window is so beautiful tonight. I haven’t seen such a bright big moon since Blair and I were little. We use to lie on the roof and watch the sky after our parents went to sleep.
November 4th, 1966
I remember in high school earth science learning about the moon, and the different shapes it makes throughout one month. I know for a fact though that a moon isn’t supposed to go from a small crescent to a full moon in just one day. Well can someone explain to me how there is a full moon tonight, when just yesterday the thinness of the moon was so unreal. As I rubbed my eyes to truly see if this was real an owl came swooping down and I felt the feathers touch my face. I felt as though my heart flew out of my mouth, and as if I was going to drop dead instantly. I ran so quickly back in the house that I’m pretty sure I smelt smoke coming from my sneakers. I hopped in bed, locked my windows, and covered my head with blankets and made myself fall asleep.
November 5th, 1966
I can never fall asleep when it becomes so dark out. The thought of those creatures coming out at night worries me so much that I’m constantly pacing back and forth and sweating profusely. I get all itchy and can’t seem to stay focused. No one can truly understand what one goes through during something like this. I lie in bed waiting for the moment that my mind will stop racing and I will then be able to fall asleep. Time can only tell when that’ll happen.
November 6th, 1966
In the morning I looked out my window to make sure there were no owls in sight. As I saw that the coast was clear I gathered my belongings and headed to the car. It was a beautiful fall morning, and I was starting my Christmas shopping early this year. I knew that Blair loved antiques and so I drove to Alley of Antiques, right on the corner of Bailey St. I’ve only heard of the store by word of mouth, and while looking at the display window I thought I’m bound to find something for Blair. As I walked up I opened the door that seemed to be hundreds of years old and making every type of crackling noise possible. There were also bells dangling on the top to allow the workers in the store to know who was entering or leaving. The lady behind the cash register greeted me with her head bowed down saying hello. I was curious as to why she didn’t look at me. I walked around the antique shop but wasn’t seeing anything that came across that I knew Blair would love. So I walked up to the cashier asking if she had any old fashion cameras in the store. Blair’s always been in love with cameras and capturing memories with photos. As soon as she looked at me, these extremely large brown eyes made eye contact with me. Tiny beak like nose was plastered on her face, as well as bushy eye brows and bushy hair. I dropped what I had in my hand and my heart was racing. I tried not looking at her while asking if they had any old fashioned cameras. She said “Oh yes right behind me actually, we have a 1920’s camera”. Instead of turning her entire body around I saw her head spin. Immediately the image of an owl came across. I felt as if my body went numb, and the only thing I could do was leave. As I was quickly leaving the store porcelain owls seem to have been everywhere. I hadn’t noticed any of them when I walked in the store. I quickly started to run to my car, and as I ran owls were attached to people’s bodies left and right. I felt as if I was in a night mare. I quickly unlocked my car, and sat in the driver’s seat. I took a sip of water and tried to calm myself down. Everything seemed to go back to normal. I felt as if I was in a movie and flash backs were occurring. I had no desire to drive anywhere else so I thought it’d be best to drive home. As I drove by Alley of Antiques I saw the creepy cashier lady outside the store flapping these feathers that looked like wings. I shook my head to clear my mind and focused on just getting home.
November 7th, 1966
During the next few days I’ve taken a step back, re-evaluating what I’ve seen and what’s happened to me. Suppose that woman in the antique shop wasn’t part human part owl. Suppose I just didn’t get much sleep the night before and was thinking worse things possible? I mean peoples imagination take things to a whole new perspective right? As I take a seat and breathe in and out I feel as if my heart beats drops.
November 8th, 1966
Owls are famous for eating insects, worms, frogs, lizards, and small birds. Owls can also kill animals their size or even larger. Who can’t say an owl can’t kill a human? The thought of owls’ perhaps swooping down and having their deep sharpened claws just rip someone up is possible. No one thinks the way I do, nor wants to hear what I have to say. They think it’s funny and they mock me by frightening me with owl like figures, toys, and stuffed animals. They don’t realize that the population of these animals are increasing, and increasing fast. They will soon take over the world, and then they’ll kill each and every one of us. I don’t want to be the one to say I told you so, but it might possibly be. How are you supposed to be the hero in this situation to save people’s lives? How are you supposed to stop this increase of owls when no one believes they can cause harm? I think it’s quite disgusting that no one has any sort of worries towards what’s going to happen in the world.
November 9th, 1966
Radio stations are blowing up as well as news channels. This nonsense talks about the world ending and how the Mayan calendar seemed to be taking over, pish posh my dad said at our weekly Sunday dinner. “That’s impossible to think the world is going to end! Are people really going to believe these idiots”, dad said after taking a bite full of mashed potatoes. I of course blurted out that the world should end for owls. Those damn creatures should just be taken off this earth. Dad immediately grilled me and told me to knock it off. Why can’t anyone in my family just be helpful with my situation, and not belittle me? I hope one day they’ll be on my side!
November 10th, 1966
Today was the day! Today is the day that in everyone in town is going crazy, moping around, crying, and saying their final goodbyes. When that clock strikes twelve tonight the world will end and everyone will just be wiped off this earth. Just another thing to be freaking out about, am I just over reacting?
November 11th, 1966
Rise and shine, I am alive! I lived through this so called “world ending”. Part of me knew that the world would still be in existence, but hey a girl’s got to worry about things like that. So I spent my day off of work cleaning around the house, and setting up decorations. I played Christmas music, burned off some delicious candles, and stood in my pajamas and enjoyed my morning. I thought it was strange that I haven’t heard from Blair. I mean we talk on the phone every morning before we each have to leave for work. Maybe she just forgot, or maybe she had a busy morning that she couldn’t call me? An hour went by, and after trying to call her multiple times I got this funny feeling in my stomach. So on went the boots, and I grabbed my coat. I walked to the car and immediately I had this weird feeling. It felt like the area around me was a ghost town! I drove through town and no one was to be seen. Where is everyone I asked myself? This is bizarre. I made it to Blair’s house and her car was in her drive way. That’s strange because she always drives her car to work, even though work is just down the street. The feeling in my stomach got worse and worse. No family member or friends was answering their phones. I’m beginning to think that this was some sort of trick! This wasn’t funny, and I started becoming very afraid. The world couldn’t have ended and I was the only one left in town right? No, no, no that’d be just plain silly. By this time the sun was setting, and my mind is going crazy. How is this possibly happening? What’s going to happen to me? I turned on the TV and there was nothing, zip, zilch, nada. What the hell is going on I thought to myself? I’ve got to get out of Blair’s house and get to the police instantly. I run to the car and all around my car are owls surrounding it. This can’t be real! At this moment I kicked and kicked these creatures out of my way to get to my car. I even ran some of them over! But after terrorizing these animals, they seem to have come back to life.
November 12th, 1966
Police stations were locked, lights shut off and no one in them. How could this be happening? How am I the only person existing in this place right now? Back in the car I go, headed home speeding down the windy roads. I sprint inside and run straight to the bed room. I hop in bed, throw the covers over and cry for hours. How am I supposed to live life with no one existing? However there are my worst nightmares existing with me? I’m going to go crazy. There’s no way I can live my life like this. It’s just physically and mentally impossible. This sickness has taken over my body and I think I just want it to continue and take me away.
November 13th, 1966
A few days later Hilda made it into the news. She over dosed on her medicine which led to her death. Hilda never received the notification that the town was in a state of emergency and that everyone was too evacuate. Hilda never received that information causing her to think the world had really ended. All that was left of Hilda was her diary right till the very end before her death.
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