Blair Witch- Mary's Rash

June 7
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But when I think of that place in the woods now, I don’t see it as it was that night. I see it as a ruin, a hole in the ground, with nothing left to it anymore save the stones of the foundation.
The way Mary and I saw it last month, when after so many years I finally went back to Burkittsville to make my peace with the past.
The past, though, wasn’t through with me just yet.
The next morning, when we woke up in the Holiday Inn in Frederick, Mary was already at the kitchen table, with the sleeve of her sweater rolled up.
“I must have brushed against poison ivy, or sumac, or something like that,” she said. “Look at this rash.”
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Mary seems to be living in her bed: it’s all she can do to get up and go to the bathroom. She has fallen into a state of apathy about her condition, no longer amused at being the Illustrated Woman, as she once called herself, whose fate is writ large on her skin.
I, on the other hand, seem to be living in the past.

Blair Witch: The Secret Confessions of Rustin Parr, chapter 11