I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. I have no peace. He will come for me, of that I am sure. Every night, as soon as the gas is lighted, he is there. He waits, he watches and he is always there.
He really did do an excellent job of driving an already unbalanced young woman insane didn't he?

Today amongst the cards and notes of condolence, there was a heavy cream envelope. I opened it and nearly fainted from shock. Inside were not the expected sweet words of comfort, but a picture, a drawing of my Mother lying dead her head at a horrid angle, a look of terror on her face. There were words on the paper but my eyes blurred. I had to force myself to read the sprawling script. " Soon sweetheart, soon". I thrust the paper into the fire
Brrr. Angelus, of course, used the same tactic on Buffy with the same scary results.
Nice sense of menace and foreboding in this chapter.