le journal de Jo !

voici le journal de chasseur de Jo (du moins, ça devait être le but.... lol), pour ceux que ça intéresse ^_^

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Dear Diary April 7, 1993

Today I turned 8! My Daddy gave me a bow and arrow set, which I really really wanted, and which he's going to teach me to shoot, and Mommy gave me this diary. She had one just like it when she was a little girl like me. I'm going to write in it every day, tell all about my family and my life and all my Daddy's trips and the secret things that I can't tell the kids at school about. I love my diary!


Dear Diary June 3, 1993

Today was the last day of school! I am so happy that summer is here. Now I get to sleep late, never do homework, and I can help my Mommy everyday at the Roadhouse. She lets me carry trays and wipe tables and I am almost tall enough to reach the cash register. I love to talk to all the people, just like my Mom does. Everyone loves her and tells her lots of stories and they tell me stories too and help me not to be sad when my Daddy has to go away on a trip and I miss him. My Uncle Bobby says everyone here is family, and my Mommy is the one who keeps the family together. When I grow up, I'm gonna be just like Mommy, helping all the people who keep us safe and who keep all the secrets.


Dear Diary February 19, 1994

My Uncle John came to visit. I love it when he visits. He always brings me treats and tells me lots of stories. He says that this is his favorite place in the whole world. Uncle John was here all day, and he showed me some cool symbols he is investigating. When he left, he didn't take the paper with the symbols, and I thought he left it for me. So I took it. But later, Uncle John came back, and he was looking around everywhere, and then he asked my Mom if she knew where his paper was. He said that it had an important number on it. That was when I did a bad thing. I didn't tell him I took the paper. I felt bad, and I thought I should tell, but then Mommy told him a phone number and he wrote it down again and he wasn't angry at all. And I wanted to keep the paper - the things he drew are cool, and there are clues to figure out. I like clues, and figuring things out, and maybe if I work hard, I can help his investigation. Sometimes my mommy helps my dad. But Uncle John doesn't have anyone to help him. My dad thinks Uncle John is really cool, and so do I.


May 16, 1995

My Daddy is dead. I'm too sad to write anything else.


School Sucks September 19, 1995

I hate going to school. It's boring and we learn dumb stuff and not the truth about what is out there and can hurt us, and how we have to be careful and that there are people who are saving us from those bad things. People who are saving us and we don't even know it and that's not fair because some people might get hurt or even die when they are working so hard to save the stupid people who don't even understand anything. Math homework and spelling bees and stupid English essays aren't going to matter at all, because someday there's going to be something bad that comes and chases us and kills us out of nowhere, and those things aren't going to keep us safe. Only the people at the Roadhouse can do that. I only want to be with them, where I can learn real things, important things, and where I can be safe.

Also, everyone at school stares at me, because I'm the weird freak whose dad is dead.

They don't know anything. They will never understand that my Dad is a hero, that he saved them everyday. I don't want to be like them, ever. I want to be like my Dad.


My Hero November 12, 1995

I miss my Daddy so much it hurts to even think about him. But I have to think about him, and I have to remember what a great hero he was. My Daddy helped people and saved people and kept everyone safe. And now I'm going to do that, too. I don't know if I can ever really be a hero like my Dad, but I'm gonna try my best.


Caleb's journal January 4, 1996

I have made an important decision, which I think is something that people do when a new year begins. This diary is not going to be a diary anymore. It's going to be a hunter's journal. Lots of people here keep them, they write down important clues and things they learn when they investigate and sometimes they draw in them too. When my Mom and I went through Daddy's stuff, we found his journal, but when I asked Mom if I could look at it, she just turned around and held it real tight and I could tell she was crying a little. I hate it when she cries. It makes other people sad when they see someone cry. That's why I only cry when I'm alone in my room.

It's okay that I couldn't see my Daddy's journal, though, because I've seen the ones other hunters keep. Lots of guys at the Roadhouse keep them, and sometimes they let me see parts. Today Uncle Caleb gave me a page out of his journal, so I know what it's supposed to look like. I know it's supposed to have stories about creatures that I might need to investigate, or clues about the creatures. I'm going to think really hard and remember the stories that everyone here tells me, and especially the stories my Daddy told me, and I will write them down and have my own hunter's journal.


Things I know: August 2, 1996

Demons leave traces of sulfur. Ghosts leave cold spots and EMF.

Some creatures/stories/clues I know about: March 9, 1996

The Ammut is a kind of monster, a death eater. He is part lion and part crocodile and part hippopotamus and he is a trickster. In the 1800s there was a poltergeist so evil that it tormented anyone who tried to save the family. It even tried to hurt the cat.


Things I know: December 30, 1996

There are creatures that hurt little kids, but no one will tell me about them. Someday I'll find out what they are.


The School Fight March 6, 1997

I got into a fight this week at school. It was so not a big deal... this stupid a-hole had been bugging me for a few weeks (my Mom says that means he likes me, but she is way off base - this guy is just a jerk). I kept trying to ignore him, but then yesterday he followed me outside after lunch, taunting me, and I don't know, something in me snapped... I turned around and slugged him. Right in the jaw, with everything I had... and man, did he go down hard.

My Mom and "Uncle" Shawn had to come down and talk to the principal. (I have to say, now that I'm almost twelve, sometimes it feels silly that I still have to call the guys from the Roadhouse "uncles." But I understand now, better than ever, how important it is to be careful, to make sure that most people never know what we do. People just couldn't wrap their brains around it, and so mostly they'd just wander around asking silly questions and make our jobs harder. Maybe that's what really makes a hero, someone who saves people without asking to be noticed.)

Anyway, there was a lot of quiet talking while I sat in the hall... I bet they were saying how hard it's been for me since my father's death. I wish everyone would just stop talking about that. I didn't hit that guy because my father's dead, I did it because he deserved it. And I'd do it again.

I got a couple of days in detention and that's all. My Mom wasn't thrilled, but she wasn't too angry either... deep down, I think she's glad to know I can take care of myself. And Uncle Shawn... well, he had this grin on his face he couldn't hide. When we got back to the Roadhouse, he offered to give me pointers on my fighting. Said my technique could use a little work, but that there was nothing wrong with my instincts. :-)


Hunter Training June 15, 1997

I think my training is coming along pretty well. Shawn and I are still working on my fighting skills. Last time we sparred, I actually got in a few good hits... I'm definitely improving. I've started running, trying to build up to three miles a day, and I'm still practicing with the bow and arrow set my Dad gave me. I've read four books on important subjects already this year, including Monsters, A Field Guide to Demons, and Southern Tales of the Supernatural (I won't write the name of the other one because it sucked big time). Even though I liked these three, I think most of the books that are out there are full of crap. Only a few people really know the truth.


Notes: August 27, 1997

For repelling ghosts = salt and iron.

For destroying ghosts = burning bones.


Notes: October 1, 1997

Some things that supernatural creatures are afraid of are silver, holy water, exorcisms, and decapitation. (I'm not sure which things go with which creatures.)

There are special demons called incubi and succubae. But my mother refuses to tell me about them.


Gordon January 17, 1998

A new hunter named Gordon has starting coming into the Roadhouse. Mom and I both agree that Gordon is an awesome hunter, especially considering the fact that he's way younger than most of the other guys. I really like talking to him. He loves to tell stories with a lot of details, which teaches me a lot, and he's always trying to scare me, which is good practice for being on a case. He's also really cocky but, like, in a cute way. One thing I know for sure - I'm definitely NOT gonna call him "Uncle Gordon". :-)


Grimoire February 3, 1998

Grimoire - a book of magical knowledge full of astrological stuff, names and descriptions demons, and information about spells, summoning, and talismans. I think there are a lot of different grimoires written by different people. I've never seen one, but Gordon has. He promised to show me sometime.


Incubi and Succubae May 14, 1998

Gordon told me what incubi and succubae do. (Mom doesn't need to know about that.)

Also, I discovered that there's a place in Death Valley where rocks move on their own along the desert floor. No one knows why or how.


My Mom November 28, 1999

I like talking to Mom about hunting but she doesn't know as much as the real hunters. Or she pretends not to. Plus, she never wants me to leave the bar. I mean, for school and to go to the library, stuff like that is fine with her. But if I even mention going out into the field... forget it. Last week, Caleb was investigating a case just a few miles from here - two kids who died in a locked room, their hearts just suddenly gave out on them. It would have been perfectly safe for me to go along with him - the dead bodies were long gone to the coroner's, and there's no chance of anything happening to me in the middle of the day with Caleb standing right beside me. But Mom totally freaked when I asked to go with him. It's like she thinks I'm a stupid little kid, or a civilian. When is she gonna understand - I'm a hunter, and I have work to do?


New things I've learned: February 8, 2000

Battlefields + cemeteries = the two most commonly haunted places.

A phantom traveler, a demon, took down Flight 401. The spirit continues to haunt any planes that contained a part from Flight 401. Lots of people believe it's the spirits of the captain and passengers from #401 that crash those other flights, but it's not true. It's the original demon spirit. I know because Uncle Shawn told me.


Turning 15 March 28, 2000

I can't believe I'm gonna be 15 soon. One of the girls in my class just turned 15... she had this big party, which I wasn't invited to. But who cares? The other kids, all they think about is getting their drivers permit and starting high school and who they're gonna take to Homecoming. They don't have any idea of what is out there in the dark, waiting for them. Of what people are doing everyday to keep them safe.


Gordon Is The Best October 18, 2000

I think all of the hunters who come into Roadhouse are amazing. But I have to admit, of everyone I've seen, Gordon is still the best. I mean, he's totally fearless, there's no situation he won't tackle, and he's always gonna come out on top. Not only that, but he completely takes me seriously. A lot of the hunters look at me like I'm some dumb teenage girl who just wants to steal a sip of their drink. But Gordon - he talks to me like I'm a hunter. He takes me seriously, shares his knowledge, and helps me with my training. He's the real thing, you know?


Gordon's Logbook March 6, 2001

There's a new guy at the Roadhouse - Miles. He's taken over for Danny and now he's a permanent fixture in the place. He's okay I guess, very laid back, super smart and good at his job. But he's not as cool as Gordon. Or as hot. :-)

Gordon gave me a page from one of his reports about a hunt. He doesn't keep a journal so much as a logbook, marking down dates, times, addresses, evidence related to incidents he's checking into. It's all fascinating. I am learning so much.


Big Trouble August 22, 2001

As I write this, I am, without a doubt, facing more trouble than ever before. And I really wish I could say it was a supernatural threat... but no such luck. For a while now, Gordon has been teasing me about the fact that I'm a hunter who's not allowed to hunt. He was getting a lot of laughs at my expense, which annoyed the hell out of me... but it also made me realize just how right he was. And how pathetic that makes me. So, last week, I walked right up to him and challenged him to take me along on a hunt. And, to my surprise, without missing a beat, he looked at me and said, "It's about time. I've been waiting for you to get up the nerve to ask me."

I told my Mom I was spending the night with a friend from school, which I should have realized was a lousy cover since I have never in my life gone to a sleepover with anyone. But she seemed to believe me. Gordon took me on a stakeout, at an abandoned factory just outside of town. He suspected a Rawhead was using the place as its lair, bringing back its prey to torment and kill. We were just running surveillance... and after about four hours, Gordon heard a noise... something off in the far corner. He headed over to investigate... the place was dark as hell, couldn't see a thing. I was hardly breathing, just trying to keep hidden and out of sight and listening for Gordon. When all of the sudden, I heard another noise - right beside me! I must have jumped ten feet, and then I did the only thing I could think of... I ran, full out... and smack into my mother. She'd caught on to my lie, tracked us down... and embarrassed this "hunter" more than I ever thought possible.

I've seen my Mom pretty upset... but nothing even compares with that night. I thought she was never gonna stop screaming at Gordon. I mean, I know she was freaked out, and I know I lied, but some of the stuff she was saying... like Gordon used me as bait to lure out the Rawhead... it's just so off base. But right now, there's no reasoning with her. I know, I tried.

Maybe I'll give it another try if she ever lets me out of my room...

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The Aftermath March 11, 2002

It's been over six months since "the incident" as Mom and I like to refer to my ill-fated trip with Gordon. I swear to God, I'm still barely allowed to leave the bar unless someone is with me. Mom even starting walking me to and from school! At first, I was really pissed off with the restrictions, but in the end, it's given me more time to spend at the Roadhouse, which has been great for my training. Not only am I turning into an excellent barmaid, I've gotten to spend a ton of time with Miles. He's the one person my Mom is totally okay with me talking to... I think it's because he never actually leaves the bar! Initially I wasn't too happy about getting stuck with him, but I'm not allowed within twenty feet of Gordon, and Mom is always listening in on my conversations with everyone else, which sucks big time. But, turns out, Miles is really good at his job... super smart, amazing at picking out patterns and seeing hidden clues in the data. And now, so am I. :-)

By the way, Gordon and I still keep in touch, despite my mother's watchful eye. Since I'm with Miles so much, I have unlimited computer access... great for research AND for communicating. I even made up a special email address, just for Gordon to send me messages - Enihpesoj91@gmail.com


My Training Continues September 18, 2002

Well, I really think I'm starting to get there with my training. I'm one kick-ass street fighter (so says Shawn, and Gordon knows it to, though he'd never admit it) and I've probably read every book written on the supernatural and occult (I still think most of them are crap), not to mention visited every website out there. About the only thing I don't have is real-world experience. But I have to admit, I do see my Mom's point about waiting to go out on hunts. I thought I knew so much last year, but I'm beginning to understand how much there is to figure out. As Mom says, the worst thing I can do is go out before I'm ready and end up getting someone hurt, or worse. I totally agree with that, and I am SO excited about the fact that Mom has promised to let me go on MY FIRST REAL HUNTING TRIP when I turn 18! With fellow hunters, of course, and totally under their supervision. And until then, I will spend every free second I have preparing and learning everything I possibly can. I'm really lucky to have my Mom watching out for me, and I promise to make her proud (and yes, Mom, I'd say that even if I didn't know you were sneaking peaks at this diary over my shoulder every chance you get!)


My First Hunting Trip!!! April 10, 2003

I'm eighteen now. But, more importantly... I'm officially a hunter! I can call myself that and mean it now... my first hunt was amazing. I went out with Shawn and Jake Reilly. We were investigating a possible poltergeist in a city a few hours away, and the guys totally let me get involved, running the equipment, evaluating the signs. We checked for EMF and EVP and cold spots, tracked the center of the phenomenon to an upstairs closet, and conducted interviews with all the family members to figure out why their house was being targeted (I got to talk to the ten year old daughter, who was experiencing some of the worst trouble - loud voices at night, objects being hurled at her, doors spontaneously closing and locking on her). I can't say too much... the family is trusting us to protect their privacy, and Jake says we also can't get cocky and think we've totally solved the problem... we have to follow up again in a few months, make sure the house is still quiet. But I can say we cleaned out that house in one night, the three of us working together... well, the two of them came up with the solution, but I got to help implement it.

It felt SO good... working as part of a team, saving that family, sending an evil spirit back to hell where it belongs. I know this is what I'm meant to do... all my reading, my training, it prepared me for the mechanics, but I never had any idea how good, how right, hunting would feel to me. I can't wait to go out again!


Boring... October 3, 2004

It's been five months since my first hunting trip. I've gotten to go out three more times, but two of them turned out to be a bust (cases for the cops, not for us) and third was an easily-solved haunting (we knew who it was right away, burned the bones, and that was that). I know I'm learning stuff, but... does it have to be so boring? Plus, not many hunters are too excited about taking me along with them. I guess they think I'll hold them back. I wish Gordon was around more... although who I am kidding, he's the LAST person my Mom would ever let me go out with!


January 25, 2005

Okay, so I know this is a hunter's blog and NOT some stupid girly diary... and I'm gonna try to stick to the facts here, but well... let's just say today's subject is a little complicated for me to write about. Working at the Roadhouse, there are always a ton of hunters around... all my "uncles," of course, guys I've known since before my Dad died. And then friends, like Miles and Gordon. And then, well... there's Rick.

He's been coming in the bar for a while, and we always got along fine. He's a great hunter, really smart, great instincts, a fighter, but he's careful too, always the one you can trust to watch your back. I'd gone out on a hunt with him once before, just a quick day job one city over. But then, over the holidays... the hunt was supposed to be me, Rick, and Jake Reilly, but two days into it Jake was called away - a spirit he thought he'd taken care of was back and he had to go deal with it. So Rick and I had to handle the case... I can't say much about it, but it was complicated, it involved a demon and an exorcism. I'm sure Rick has seen much worse, he said as much... but, he also said he needed me there, because it was definitely a two-man job. And I've never felt as in sync with another hunter as I did with him... when we finished off the spirit, and saw that the victim was gonna be okay, it was such an amazing high. And Rick felt it too. One thing led to another, and, well...

Like I said, just the facts. And the fact is, Rick and I are dating now. We told my Mom about it and everything. I think she's pretty happy about it... Rick is a damn good hunter and, like I said, the guy you'd want watching your back, and Mom always likes to know that someone's got my back. I think we're gonna be going on out on a lot of trips together.


Rick January 25, 2005

Okay, so I know this is a hunter's blog and NOT some stupid girly diary... and I'm gonna try to stick to the facts here, but well... let's just say today's subject is a little complicated for me to write about. Working at the Roadhouse, there are always a ton of hunters around... all my "uncles," of course, guys I've known since before my Dad died. And then friends, like Miles and Gordon. And then, well... there's Rick.

He's been coming in the bar for a while, and we always got along fine. Over the holidays... well, he started coming into the bar more often and I caught his eye looking at me. It was the kind of look you don’t forget and I don’t know why the possibility that Rick could be after anything besides a hunt had never occurred to me. It was awkward at first, but I sort of liked the attention. I started paying attention to what I said around him, what he was looking at when he was stopping by, and finally, well, one thing led to another, and… Like I said, just the facts. And the fact is, Rick and I are dating now. We didn’t want anyone else in the roadhouse to know, especially my Mom, she’d flip if she knew I was dating a hunter. But she’s got eyes and ears and one time called us out on it…but we both lied. I know she doesn’t believe me and it’s getting hard to hide so many things from her. The last thing she wants is me falling for a hunter, but who knows what’s best for me anyway? Me or my mom?

Like I said, just the facts. And the fact is, Rick and I are dating now. We told my Mom about it and everything. I think she's pretty happy about it... Rick is a damn good hunter and, like I said, the guy you'd want watching your back, and Mom always likes to know that someone's got my back. I think we're gonna be going on out on a lot of trips together.


This Website March 18, 2005

I've spent the last few weeks transferring my old diaries and journal entries online, to this amazing site that Miles told me about. If you're reading this, I guess you already know the back story... how this is kind of like a "MySpace" for hunters, a hidden site that almost no one knows about, and that is password protected so that only other hunters can gain access. The site is a great tool, a common space where hunters can ask questions and share knowledge and advice. I first logged on months ago, and I've been fascinated by the other posts and blogs. This information is really helping me to prepare for my first solo hunt.

I'm not sure why I decided to add my own journal. I mean, I guess one thing that struck me as I read was the fact that there are almost no other women out there hunting, or at least writing about it on the site. And then, once I started adding my own stuff... well, it's been really interesting reading back over the stuff I wrote when I was a kid. Some of it's funny, some just pathetic - I really thought I knew everything when I was thirteen. And some of it is really sad and angry, this scared little kid trying to figure out why her father had left her.

Anyway, I figure most hunters have to face some pretty bad stuff, both out in the world and inside their own heads. Maybe these entries will help someone along their path, or at least comfort them a little. I don't know. But I'm gonna try to keep updating it, sharing stories and information and research with anyone who needs it.


Remembering Dad May 16, 2005

Today is the anniversary of my father's death. I can't believe it's been ten years. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, it feels like just yesterday that he was here with me, chasing me around the yard, teaching me to shoot a bow and arrow, making up silly stories that had nothing to do with monsters or anything scary. But other times, it feels like half a lifetime ago - which, for me, it was. I forget what he smelled like, how he smiled, and the sound of his laughter. I hate the fact that I'm forgetting.

On a day like this, I'm really glad that I have Rick in my life.


Journal Writing September 3, 2005

I'm frustrated with myself for how rarely I update this blog. When I was a kid, I was lucky if I wrote in my journal twice a year, and I don't seem to be getting any better about it now, despite the fact that it's online. But then again, it's not like I have anything to update it with. Mom still won't let me go on solo hunt. Even though I know for sure that I'm ready. Dad would have let me go.

In other news, Rick has been gone for over two weeks on a hunt of his own. That's not unusual, he's been out that long before... but it's been four days since I talked to him. And that's just weird. He always checks in with me. I'm trying not to get all worked up... he's probably just doing some hard core surveillance, or working an inside cover. Still... I really wish he would call.


Dad's Box December 29, 2005

A couple of weeks ago, I was going through this closet we hardly ever use, I don't even know why. And way in the back, I found this box with my Dad's name on it. It was filled with all kinds of stuff, but before I could really get a good look, my Mom grabbed it away. I understand why she'd want to look through it, hold on to it, keep it for herself even... but he was my family too. I deserve the chance to remember him, and I want to get to know him better. I want to make him proud of me, and she's keeping me from that.

One thing I did see before Mom took the box... a piece of paper, my Dad's stationary. Totally blank except for the number 4747. It was dated three weeks before he died. I have no idea what those numbers mean - could they have something to do with a case? The case he was on when he died? Or am I just making up crazy stuff in my head because I'm bored? I wish I knew how to find out...

And then there's Rick... I just wish... hell, I don't know what I wish. It's not worth going into here anyway. This blog is supposed to be about hunting, not my personal life.


Another Birthday April 7, 2006

Happy birthday to me. Twenty-one years old, and it just feels appropriate that I'm back at this journal. A place I so seldom come, but it's been here for me for thirteen years now, seen me through my father's death and fights with my mom and first crushes and all kinds of growth and excitement and disappointment and hurt.

I've never been a "normal" kid, whatever that means, and if I'm sure of one thing it's that I won't be a normal adult. Which is just fine with me, because I love my life, I love my giant Roadhouse family. I have a purpose and I know what it is. But I'm tired of waiting. I should be allowed to go off on my own. I'm old enough to be careful now.

I love my mom but she won't let me grow up.


June 16, 2006

I'm sorry to say this will have to be my last posting, at least for now. I've decided there's no point in continuing... I don't have a single new thing to say. I'm going to wait until I FINALLY go on a solo hunt to resume the blog. No point in taking up space on the site when I don't have any real-world advice or experiences to share.

I still have my Enihpesoj91@gmail.com email address, for now at least. Just in case anyone is interested in hearing from me in my absence.

And Rick... if you're out there, drop me a line, will you ?

la version française arrive sous peu, très probablement dans l'après-midi (après un bon gros dodo quoi )

j'ai également essayé d'envoyer un mail à l'adresse indiquée. la bonne nouvelle, c'est que j'ai pas reçu de message qui me dit que mon mail est pas arrivé, donc la boîte doit vraiment exister et être en service. la mauvaise, c'est que j'ai aucune réponse (en même temps, je l'ai envoyé ya 2 heures, donc c'est peut-être logique ). et la troisième, je sais pas si elle est bonne ou mauvaise, dépend du point de vue : je dois avoir l'air très maligne à envoyer des mails à un personnage de série chouette, il reste juste une place pour moi!

et voilà la VF (le début en tout cas)

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Cher Journal 7 Avril 1993

Aujourd’hui j’ai 8 ans ! Mon papa m’a donné un arc et un jeu de flèches, que je voulais vraiment vraiment beaucoup, et il va m’apprendre à tirer avec, et maman m’a donné ce journal. Elle un avait un comme celui-là quand elle était une petite fille comme moi. Je vais écrire dedans tous les jours, parler de ma famille et de ma vie et de tout les voyages de papa et de toutes les choses secrètes dont je peux pas parler aux enfants à l’école. J’adore mon journal !!

Cher Journal 3 Juin 1993

Aujourd’hui c’était le dernier jour d’école ! Je suis tellement contente que l’été soit là. Maintenant je vais me coucher tard, je ferais pas de devoirs, et je pourrais aider maman tout les jour au Roadhouse. Elle me laisse porter les plateaux et laver les tables et je suis presque assez grande pour atteindre la caisse. J’adore parler à tout le monde, comme maman. Tout le monde l’aime et lui raconte des tas d’histoires et ils me racontent des histoires à moi aussi et m’aident à ne pas être triste quand mon papa doit partir en voyage et qu’il me manque. Mon oncle Bobby dit qu’ici on est tous une famille, et que ma maman est celle qui garde la famille ensemble. Quand je serai grande, je serai juste comme maman, j’aiderai les gens qui nous sauvent et qui gardent tout les secrets.

Cher Journal 19 Février 1994

Mon oncle John est venu nous voir. J’adore quand il vient. Il m’amène toujours des bonbons et me raconte des tas d’histoires. Il dit qu’ici c’est son endroit préféré dans le monde entier. Oncle John a été ici toute la journée, et il m’a montré des symboles cools sur lesquels il enquête. Quand il est parti, il a pas pris le papier avec les symboles, et j’ai pensé qu’il l’avait laissé pour moi. Alors je l’ai pris. Mais plus tard, oncle John est revenu, et il a regardé partout, et après il a demandé à ma mère si elle savait où était son papier. Il a dit qu’il y avait un numéro important dessus. C’est là que j’ai fait quelque chose de mal. Je lui ai pas dit que j’avais pris le papier. Je me suis sentie mal, et j’ai pensé que je devais le dire, mais après maman lui a donné un numéro de téléphone et il l’a réécrit et il éait pas du tout en colère. Et je voulais garder le papier – les choses qu’il a dessinés sont cools et il y a des indices à comprendre. J’aime les indices et comprendre des choses, et peut-être que si je travaille dur je pourrait l’aider pour son enquête. Des fois ma maman aide mon papa. Mais oncle John a personne pour l’aider. Mon père pense qu’oncle John est vraiment cool, et moi aussi.

16 Mai 1995

Mon papa est mort. Je suis trop triste pour écrire autre chose.

L’école c’est nul 19 Septembre 1995

Je déteste aller à l’école. C’est ennuyeux et on apprends des choses idiotes mais pas la vérité à propos de ce qui est là dehors et qui peux nous faire du mal, et pourquoi nous devons être prudent et qu’il y a des gens qui nous sauvent de ces mauvaises choses. Il y a des gens qui nous sauvent et on le sait même pas et c’est pas juste parce qu’ils peuvent être blessés et même mourir quand ils travaillent si dur pour sauver ces gens stupides qui ne comprennent rien du tout. Les devoirs de maths, épeler des mots et ces stupides dissertations d’anglais ne serviront à rien du tout, parce qu’un jour il y aura quelque chose de mauvais qui va venir de nulle part qui nous chassera et nous tuera, et ces choses ne nous sauveront pas. Il n’y a que les gens du Roadhouse qui peuvent le faire. Je veux juste être avec eux, où je peux apprendre de vraies choses, des choses importantes, et où je suis en sécurité.

Et puis, tout le monde a l’école me regarde tout le temps, parce que je suis le phénomène de foire dont le père est mort.

Ils ne savent rien du tout. Ils ne comprendront jamais que mon père est un héros, qu’ils les sauvait tout les jours. Je ne veux pas être comme eux, jamais. Je veux être comme mon père.

Mon Héros 12 Novembre 1995

Mon papa me manque tellement que ça me fait mal de penser à lui. Mais je dois penser à lui, et je dois me souvenir que c’était un grand héros. Mon papa a aidé et sauvé des gens, et a gardé tout le monde en sécurité. Et maintenant, c’est ce que je vais faire, moi aussi. Je ne sais pas si je peux vraiment être un héros comme mon père, mais je vais faire de mon mieux.

Le Journal de Caleb 4 Janvier 1996

J’ai pris une importante décision, c’est ce que font les gens quand une nouvelle année commence je crois. Ce journal ne sera plus un journal intime. Ce sera un journal de chasseur. Beaucoup de personnes ici en ont un, ils y écrivent des indices important, et des choses qu’ils ont appris en enquêtant et parfois ils dessinent dedans aussi. Quand ma mère et moi avons regardé dans les affaires de papa, on a trouvé son journal, mais quand j’ai demandé à maman si je pouvais regarder, elle s’est juste retourné en le serrant vraiment fort et je savais qu’elle pleurait un peu. Je déteste ça quand elle pleure. Ça rends les autres personnes tristes quand elles voient quelqu’un pleurer. C’est pour ça que je pleure seulement quand je suis seule dans ma chambre.

Ce n’est pas grave que je n’ai pas pu voir le journal de papa par contre, parce que j’ai vu ceux que les autres chasseurs tiennent. Beaucoup de gars du Roadhouse en tiennent un, et parfois, ils me laissent regarder quelques pages. Aujourd’hui oncle Caleb m’a donné une page de son journal, donc je sais à quoi c’est censé ressembler. Je sais qu’il doit y avoir des histoires à propos de créatures sur lesquelles je dois enquêter, ou des indices à propos des créatures. Je vais réfléchir vraiment très fort et me rappeler des histoires que tout le monde ici me raconte, surtout les histoires que papa m’a racontées, je les écrirais et j’aurais mon propre journal de chasseur.

Quelques créatures/histories/indices que je connais 9Mars 1996

Le Ammut est une sorte de monstre, un mangeur de mort. Il est en partie lion, en partie crocodile et en partie hippopotame et c’est un farceur. Dans les années 1800 il y a eu un poltergeist si mauvais qu’il tourmentait tout ceux qui essayait de sauver la famille. Il a même essayé de faire du mal au chat.

Choses que je sais 2 Août 1996

Les démons laissent des traces de souffre. Les fantômes laissent des zones froides et des fréquences électromagnétiques.

Choses que je sais 30 Décembre 1996

Il y a des créatures qui font du mal aux petits enfants, mais personne ne veut m’en parler. Un jour, je trouverai ce que c’est.

La bataille à l’école 6 Mars 1997

Je me suis battu à l’école cette semaine. Ce n’était pas vraiment un problème… Ce stupide trou du c. m’embêtait depuis quelques semaines (ma mère dit que ça veut dire qu’il m’aime bien, mais elle se trompe – ce gars c’est juste un con). J’ai essayé de l’ignorer, mais hier il m’a suivi dehors après déjeuner, se moquant de moi, et je sais pas, quelque chose en moi s’est cassé… Je me suis retournée et je lui ai donné un coup de poing. Droit dans la joue, avec tout ce que j’avais… et je peux te dire qu’il s’est effondré d’un coup !

Ma mère et "oncle" Shawn ont dû venir et parler au principal. (Je dois dire, maintenant que j’ai presque douze ans, parfois ça paraît bête que je doive encore appeler les gars du Roadhouse "oncles". Mais je comprends maintenant, mieux que jamais, à quel point c’est important d’être prudent, d’être sûr que la plupart des gens ne sauront jamais ce qu’on fait. Les gens ne pourront pas simplement digérer l’info, et ils nous tourneront très probablement autour en posant des questions bêtes et rendront nos boulots encore plus durs. Peut-être que c’est ça qui fait vraiment un héros, sauver les gens et ne pas vouloir que ça se sache.)

Enfin bref, ils ont parlés tranquillement pendant que j’étais assise dans le couloir… Je parie qu’ils étaient en train de dire à quel point c’était dur pour moi depuis la mort de mon père. Je voudrais juste que tout le monde arrête de parler de ça. Je n’ai pas frappé ce gars parce que mon père était mort, je l’ai frappé parce qu’il le méritait. Et je le referais si c’était à refaire.

J’ai eu deux jours de colle et c’est tout. Ma mère n’était pas enchantée, mais elle n’étais pas trop en colère non plus… au fond, je crois qu’elle est contente de savoir que je peux me débrouiller seule. Et oncle Shawn… eh bien il avait ce sourire sur la figure, qu’il ne pouvait pas cacher. Quand on est rentrés au Roadhouse, il a proposé de me donner des conseils sur comment me battre. Il a dit que ma technique pourrait avoir besoin d’être travaillée, mais que mes instincts étaient très bons. :-)

Entraînement de Chasseur 15 Juin 1997

Je crois que mon entraînement se déroule plutôt bien. Shawn et moi travaillons toujours mes techniques de combats. La dernière fois qu’on s’est entraînés à la boxe, j’ai vraiment donné quelques bons coups… Je suis sans aucun doute en train de m’améliorer. J’ai commencé à courir, j’essaye d’aller jusqu’à 3 miles par jour, et je m’entraîne toujours avec l’arc et les flèches que mon père m’a donné. J’ai déjà lu quatre livres sur des sujets importants cette année, y compris Monstres, Guide de Voyage jusqu’aux Démons et Légendes Méridionales sur le Surnaturel (je n’écrirais pas le nom du dernier, ça prendrait trop de temps). Même si j’aime bien ces trois-là, je pense que la majorité des livres qui existes sont pleins de conneries. Seules quelques personnes connaissent réellement la vérité.

Notes 27 Août 1997

Pour repousser les fantômes = sel et fer.

Pour détruire les fantômes = brûler les os.

Notes 1 Octobre 1997

L’argent, l’eau bénite, les exorcismes et la décapitations sont des choses qui effraient les créatures surnaturelles. (Je ne suis pas sûre de savoir quelle chose va avec quelle créature.)

Il y a des démons spéciaux, appelés incubes et succubes. Mais ma mère refuse de me parler d’eux.

Gordon 17 Janvier 1998

Un nouveau chasseur nommé Gordon a commence à venir au Roadhouse. Ma mère et moi sommes d’accord pour dire que Gordon est un impressionnant chasseur , surtout parce qu’il est vraiment plus jeune que la plupart des autres gars. J’aime vraiment parler avec lui. Il adore raconter des histoires avec énormément de détails, ce qui me permet d’apprendre beaucoup de choses, et il essaie toujours de m’effrayer, ce qui est un bon entraînement pour quand je serai sur une affaire. Il est aussi vraiment macho, mais, je veux dire, d’une manière attirante. Un truc sur lequel je suis sûre – je ne l’appellerai vraiment PAS "oncle Gordon". :-)

Grimoire 3 Février 1998

Grimoire – un livre de connaissance magiques plein de trucs sur l’astrologie, de noms et de descriptions de démons, et des informations sur les sortilèges, les convocations et les talismans. Je pense qu’il y a beaucoup de grimoires différents écrits par différentes personnes. Je n’en ai jamais vu, mais Gordon si. Il a promis de m’en montrer un, un jour.

Incubes et Succubes 14 Mai 1998

Gordon m’a dit ce que les incubes et les succubes font. (Ma mère n’a pas besoin de savoir ça.)

J’ai aussi découvert qu’il y a un endroit dans la Vallée de la Mort où les rochers bougent tout seul sur le sol désert. Personne ne sait pourquoi ou comment.

Ma mère 28 Novembre 1999

J’aime parler avec ma mère à propos de chasse, mais elle n’en sait pas autant que les vrais chasseurs. Ou du moins c’est ce qu’elle prétends. En plus, elle ne veux pas que je quitte le bar, jamais. Je veux dire, pour l’école et aller à la bibliothèque, des choses comme ça, ça lui va. Mais si je parle d’aller dehors, sur le champs de bataille….. oublie ça. La semaine dernière, Caleb enquêtait sur une affaire à seulement quelques miles d’ici – deux gamins qui sont morts dans une pièce fermée, juste leur cœurs qui ont soudainement quitter leur corps. Ca aurait été parfaitement sûr pour moi d’aller avec lui – les cadavres étaient partis depuis longtemps à la morgue, et il n’y avait aucune chance qu’il m’arrive quoi que ce soit au milieu de la journée avec Caleb juste à côté de moi. Mais ma mère était complètement terrifiée quand j’ai demandé à aller avec lui. C’est comme si elle pensait que je suis une pauvre petite gamine, ou une civile. Quand va-t-elle comprendre – je suis une chasseuse, et j’ai un travail à faire ?

Nouvelles choses que j’ai apprises 8 Février 2000

Champs de batailles + cimetières = les deux endroits les plus hantés généralement.

Un fantôme voyageur, un démon, a fait s’écraser le Vol 401. l’esprit continue de hanter chaque avion qui contient un morceau du Vol 401. beaucoup de gens pensent qu’il s’agit des esprits du pilote et des voyageurs du #401 qui font s’écraser ces autres vols, mais ce n’est pas vrai. C’est l’esprit du premier démon. Je le sais parce qu’oncle Shawn me l’a dit.

Bientôt 15 ans 28 Mars 2000

Je n’arrive pas à croire que je vais bientôt avoir 15 ans. Une fille de ma classe vient juste d’avoir ses 15 ans. Elle a fait cette énorme fête, à laquelle je n’étais pas invitée. Mais qui s’y intéresse ? Les autres gamins, les seuls choses auxquelles ils pensent sont d’avoir leur permis de conduire, de commencer le lycée, et qui ils vont emmener au bal. Il n’ont aucune idée de ce qui se cache dans le noir, qui les attends. De ce que font certaines personnes pour les garder en vie.

Gordon c’est le meilleur 18 Octobre 2000

Je crois que tout les chasseurs qui viennent au Roadhouse sont fantastiques. Mais je dois admettre, de tout ceux que j’ai vu, Gordon est encore le meilleur. Je veux dire, il n’a vraiment peur de rien, il n’y a aucune situation qu’il ne peut résoudre, et il sortira toujours le premier. Et c’est pas tout, il me prends complètement au sérieux. Beaucoup de chasseurs me regardent comme si j’étais une ado stupide qui veut juste leur voler une gorgée de leur boisson. Mais Gordon – il me parle comme si j’étais une chasseuse. Il me prends au sérieux, partage ses connaissances, et m’aide à m’entraîner. C’est ça qui est important, tu comprends ?

la suite dès qu'elle est traduite ^_^