Attacked and Moving On

I was out getting some smokes and picking up some supplies when I was attacked. Gallows and Graves were back at the motel at the time. They came out of nowhere, three proxies. I ran through the store and out the back door after being chased through so many isles. I barely lost them when I got back to the motel room, there was only a short amount of time before the door got smashed down. The other two proxies jumped through the large window.

Gallows and Graves were surprised, Gallows held up his hands and tried to reason but they advanced. They got too close and he stabbed one of the proxies under the chin with his knife. Graves got the other two with her shovel, one dodged around her and came at me. I leveled the gun but Gallows jumped in the way, the proxy back pedaled but it made little to no difference. Gallows advanced by surprise too fast and nailed the guy to the wall.

We left the town and traveled a few days, stopping in a small town briefly before continuing to the city. Sleeping in a field off from the main stretch of road we were attacked again by more proxies. I don't understand it, Gallows and Graves are proxies so why are they being attacked? Shouldn't we have one less enemy? I'd think maybe it's because of me since I'm the odd man out here but no. They go straight for Gallows, Graves interferes which they attack her for usually. They rarely come at me unless in range. I'm thinking maybe they attacked in the store to get me back to the room, lead them to where Gallows and Graves were. After hearing that Gallows agrees fully.

We've been attacked I think six times now and this trend of going for Gallows first and Graves directly afterwards is consistent. I don't know what's up but I don't like it. I want out of this mess. Having Mister Creevey with me before was bad but now even the proxies are attacking. What's next, Slender Man himself? I hope not.

I want out though. I came here to post about a few strange things and get it over with, get some help if I could. I didn't want it to become this. With these things and so much murder. I don't want it and I don't want it staining my hands either. It's ridiculous, I shoved every homicidal tendency away after my parents were murdered, by me. I'm not proud of it, I don't want to go through with it anymore and I don't want to have to go through with it again.

I'm sick of Gallows poking at that box I locked everything up in. He won't leave it alone. I yell at him and he just smiles something awful. I haven't threatened him since we were at his house but I've jumped him in the field and punched him a few times until Graves pulled me off. He just laid there laughing about it, not even mad in the least.

Graves is unusual. She's not nice but she's not mean either. Since we left she's kept a scarf wrapped around the lower half of her face instead of the handkerchief. I saw why, that giant scar that goes across the middle of her face and the scars from her stitched lips show. Among other little scars. I watched her wash her face one morning near the bank of a river, she wiped all the dirt and dust off and beneath it you could actually see her. You'd expect something gross or evil but she looks so ordinary it's kind of sad. Her eyes are so dead. I think she knows I feel sorry for her, I don't mean that in a disrespectful way or that I'm better than her. I'm not. It's not right she's this way.


I'd say the same for Gallows but he's happy as he is. He's mentioned always being this way so what's there to sympathize with?

Mister Creevey I don't know anything about aside from being a Darkling, whatever that is. He's messaged me. Left an email just with this:


"YOU THINK YOU ARE FREE AND SO YOU RUN. WITNESS YOUR OPTIONS DWINDLE DOWN TO NONE. REALIZE THERE IS ONLY ONE YOU WILL EVER NEED. CRAWL BACK TO ME. NOT YET BUT SOON.

YOU WILL RETURN TO THE HEART OF IT ALL, WHERE THE BLOOD PUMPS AND THE CORE PULSES.

TAKE YOUR TIME, JOSIE."

Fuck you.

You won't ever take me again. There are other options out there and I will exhaust every single one of them. Crawl back to you? Don't make me laugh. You're a monster. I'll get out of this even if it takes some time. Just you wait, Mister Creevey, I'll be long gone soon enough.

Running

With Gallows and Graves too! Our last few days have been really messed up but we're alive and confused. Safe at the moment, I don't feel the influence of Mister Creevey anymore either. I'm happy about that. :]

Kind of scared of these two still but we got to work together right now so I'm going to make do. I cooked for them tonight but Gallows slammed down his cooler, I didn't need to guess what was in there. I ran from the kitchen, lol.

I'm really scared though guys. I don't know what this means and it's bothering me. No doubt lost my job completely now too. Kind of scared to see why is happening to the city if Mister Creevey is stuck there. After what happened at the police station...

I'll update when I can. I'm too tired to talk about it, I can't imagine how Graves lives with Gallows day after day. He drains my energy after the first hour I'm awake.

Night.

Never Alone

It doesn't matter, nothing matters when he's around. He's always around. He never leaves, even when he's watching Gallows and Graves. He takes me there, he uses me.

I know when he's going to. He'll appear an inch away with that giant grin and I'll black out, next thing I know it I'm staring at this farm house in ruins on a property surrounded by graves. I'm not in control of myself then, he doesn't need my body but he takes it along anyways. I just feel trapped, I'm just standing there and watching as he does whatever it is he does.

He knows this all too. He knows everything that happens around him. I tried to run, Dia. I tried to contact you, Shady. I tried to do everything I can and it only paid off in me getting dragged back to my apartment. I mean that literally. I live on the fourteenth floor of my apartment complex. He dragged me up every flight, into every railing and around every bend. Mister Creevey doesn't need knives to cut me, his claws can do that just fine.


I got asked today at my job why I had a scar across my forehead. I couldn't think up anything, I laughed it off. It hurt inside, not because of the abuse he's dealt me but emotionally. The stress is eating me alive and he's just laughing at it. Waiting, for what? Me to break?


What does he want from me? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?


I don't want to do this anymore. He won't let me tell you all anything. He just wants me to ramble on about my pain, my anger, all this stupid dribble from a weak little girl.


I never wanted this. I never asked for him to cover my tracks. I don't owe him anything.


It feels like I do though. I don't like it. I think he's fucking with me. I feel dizzy.

Truth of it All

10/19/11

Please please please. Someone help please. They destroyed half the building, they've used everything and it just pulls itself together. It won't stop, it just won't die.


Okay, breathe. You guys have to know. I wish someone would come I wish we had SOMEONE to help us. That's stupid, you'll get killed. Don't come, it's awful here. The power if going to kill any minute now to make matters worse.

The Agent is that thing that has been tormenting me. When Gallows and Graves broke in it sauntered forward and I thought they were going to kill him... but it just laughed and welcomed them. Gallows inched closer with his sickle and threatened but it only amused the Agent. Then he mocked and insulted it, I don't know what happened, it just got deeper and deeper into this conversation... I have no idea what they were talking about. Something about the city, about the land.


Gallows yelled something about not knowing anything, for being weak and hiding behind the officers. That he was a pathetic human being. That's when the Agent ripped apart his own skin and revealed who was it really way, just before devouring the skin.

"Not a weak human, my boy. Not like you or her, or even Josie over there. Not hiding either, the King always sends out the Pawns. You are an abandoned Executioner, she the abandoned Knight, Josie here is just a Pawn that you came for. You want to know why dear old MASTER left you? You're looking at it."

That thing said. I started writing down as much as I could... it didn't work out, I kept freezing up whenever it looked at me.

"He ABANDONED you. I claimed this land, it's MINE. It has been MINE for YEARS. You are a PAWN. Like the previous ones He's made, trying to gain back this place. They have all FAILED. My game, He hasn't beat it yet."

"I don't believe shit. Nothing fits together, you're talking out your ass, boyo."

"It all fits. Who do you think investigated your murders? I visited when your mother went missing, my boy. Graves, I was there for when your family had that nasty collision. Josie, I looked into yours parents case. I hid all your evidence, I granted you freedom from a cell when you butchered them. Every single one of you, how do you think you were able to keep out of the cell?" He bowed grinning widely.

Gallows... his eyes could be seen under the flickering light and he looked furious.

"I warned you, I offered you advice, I gave you directions. You know who listened best? Josie, and she's nothing but a back up. A pawn."

"Back up to what?" Gallows spat. 

"Host, my boy. You are the prime candidate. She's got a hefty amount of violence locked up but you've got that spark. I look at her and I see pork, I look at you and I see steak. You're the body for me and if I can't have you I'll use hers till I can."

That rotten fuck said it so casually. I never felt so used until now. I get now what his look meant before, as the Agent... he stared at me like a lion looks a gazelle, looking for the angle to take it down and where to sink its teeth into first. I'm trying not to vomit here...


A few seconds passed and then Gallows attacked and that thing grabbed him so quickly, he broke the sickle in half and threw Gallows to the floor. It held his throat and beat the man but he fought back, he got his legs around him and rolled until they hit a wall. Gallows dragged himself away but that thing grabbed his leg and pulled him back, clawed out and tore off the lower half of Gallows' hood.


It climbed on top of him and pinned him down. That thing held Gallows' head and he started screaming while it cackled that horrible way. Graves attacked with her shovel, whacking it off her partner and pulling him up.


"Who the fuck are you!" Gallows screamed.


That thing pulled itself up, twisting itself around in every inhuman way possible while replying, "Mister Creevey, my boy. Pleased to finally meet you."


I could see Gallows, I never thought fear could ever come to pass. Graves mentioned he's never felt fear before, Gallows even said so. I honestly think this was a first, his reaction was so insecure and violent... he ordered Graves to kill Creevey and they attacked the thing with everything and I mean EVERYTHING. It wouldn't die though. The building was in ruins by the time Gallows bolted the scene with Graves following closely. Creevey on their asses laughing hysterically, it moved like a raptor for fucks sake.


This is crazy. I'm alone in a police station full of corpses. They ran off a few minutes ago and I don't know what to do.


I want to go home and I'm scared the power is going to go out any second now. I kind of hope Gallows and Graves are okay so that they can kill this thing.


The enemy of my 




10/21/11

enemy is my friend.

The power died so I wasn't able to post it. Gallows and Graves got away, I got a nasty email actually stating as much.


Mister Creevey came back after he lost them, I was trying to find someone alive but no one was... he found me and dragged me away by my hair. Shadowed me all the way home, he's been here since. I hate him, I hate him as much as my parents. He keeps mentioning them and I hate him even more for it.


He's right though. I killed my parents when I was younger, it's not something I'm proud of and it brought me a lot of shit with all the foster homes. Worth it, I would have died sooner or later. Survival is a bitch, so Creevey says.


I guess calling him a "he" isn't right but it comes more naturally than "it" and if it's something I won't get beaten over than I'll stick with it.


Also no, he's not inhabiting my body. He's like a leech in my view, doesn't need a body to live on but does need to eat. It was him that left the message on my blog too, tried to give me a "spark" like Gallows, pull out that violence and stuff.


He's not human but he won't say what he is right now. I would expect him to be some monster without much intellect, I think I'm scared more about how much intelligence he has. All that control, he doesn't even care I'm writing this now. It's sad how true that is, he's got me in a corner at the moment and knows it.

He's connected our accounts, I think he just opened his own. I haven't had it in me to see but it sounds like his is public now. I don't want to see or imagine what it would say, hearing him in person is bad enough.


Gallows and Graves, he reads everything. Practically sees everything. If you're going to do something don't involve me or your plans will be blown. With that said please, kill this bastard. Two days and I'm already looking at the razor blade.


Hope the rest of you are having better days, mine are going to be crap for a while it looks like. Will keep updating as long as I'm still alive. =/

PLEASE HELP

HE'S NOT HUMAN HE'S NOT FUCKING HUMAN!

THE AGENT ISN'T HUMAN! IT'S THAT CREATURE TORMENTING ME, IT JUST ATE THE AGENT'S SKIN.


PLEASE SOMEBODY, HE'S GOING TO KILL EVERYONE!


i dont want to die

Still Fighting

Gallows and Graves are still attacking the police station, heavily now. It's insanity, they arrived here a few hours after my last post and have been killing off officers frequently. Officers from other stations in the city have been sent out to lend us aid. Gallows and Graves have been using the apartments across the station to rest in and attack from, they have five bags of heavy weapons from officers they have taken down. Things they have taken from the cop cars on top of their own things they have brought.

Graves has been reported to be picking off officers in view, not with a sniper rifle either. She is using a full blown shotgun and disfiguring officers by the dozen. Gallows was flinging grenades earlier without a care, he blew apart a lot of spots the officers were using to take shelter behind. There are little spots like that now from what I gather, they are eliminating those places and making the station open for an invasion.

I can hear Gallows singing from in here, his voice is so merry and joyful. Completely opposite of what you'd imagine a murderer to have, there's so much emotion... it scares me, to think someone with those kind of emotions is doing what he does.

The Agent isn't pleased but he isn't displeased either. He's treating this like a game of Battleship which concerns me more. When I demanded for information or to see what was happening he told me sternly to sit down and play the game. He looks worse than he did before, so much more ill. His hair looks like it's thinning and he's much more pale. His voice rasps in its undertone and I am worried about being alone with him now. The Agent is still as calculated as before but he's becoming much more aggressive, amused even by the two attacking us. He's remarked a few times about being impressed they got into the heart of the city, that Gallows might be useful, stuff like that. I think he's losing it...

I tried to talk to him about it. I was concerned with how many officers were dying and how he was smiling at the situation. He muttered something about everyone having their part, something else I couldn't hear. I inquired about it but he turned on me and grabbed my face, his palm covered my mouth so I couldn't scream for help. The Agent shoved me against the wall and hissed that I sit down and look pretty, that's it.

There is something seriously wrong with the Agent. He's dragging men and women who are cowering on the floor back up and kicking them out the door to their death. It's almost like he wants Gallows and Graves to get in. I really hope not.

I'm scared, whoever is reading this now I'm scared as fuck and I don't know what to do. I don't feel safe anymore, the people who are supposed to be helping with that are dying and treating this like a game. This is so wrong.

I'm going to die, I really think I am.

See you soon mom and dad.

Protection

The Agent showed up on my doorstep and forced his way in. The thing bothering me was silent, not a peep or any sort of abnormal action was taken against him. I talked to him for a bit, I told him he was using me for bait, that I'm not stupid. He claimed there was another reason and left it at that.

I don't have much choice in the matter, I'm writing this from the police station in one of the back rooms. Have to keep it short, shit it's so late I'm tired... Anyways he comes in to visit me once in a while, he rarely blinks I've noticed and looks ill. Worse than last time. The Agent updates me on some things but I feel left out on information, which I guess is to be expected. Gallows is killing a lot of his people on top of civilians on his way here.

I'm starting to think he might just be able to get past these guys. Him and Graves, I should say. They could just teleport here but are instead taking the long route, through all these forces.

I can't believe this is really happening. This is so messed up.

Have to go, wish me luck.

Lots of Noise

I'm living in the same city as Gallows and Graves, it has been confirmed... I was so stupid. Denial is powerful. The Agent I've met is the same one they speak of. Gallows left a comment about wanting to find me which worries me, he's out of the country right now though so I'm not feeling all that bad.

Besides he hasn't ever come close to this area of the city, last patch of green left.

The thing tormenting me is back. It chased me this time at work. I was closing up a couple nights ago and heard shuffling a few isles down. I went to investigate and nothing was there, it surprised me by throwing books off the shelf at me. I ran and it chased, showed itself again. That thing is horrible! I hate looking at it.

I ran so much, it tripped me when more books were thrown. I was so scared and it stood over me and what scared me most was how human it looked by pose alone. It had one hand on its hip and loomed over me grinning, I think it was grinning but it's hard to tell with that mouth. It left a bit after that and I spent a few hours putting the place back together. Trying not to bleed all over everything.

Since then it has been moving objects around my house. I'm starting to think it only appears every so often because it has to build up energy for it. Moving things around only lasts for a short period of time before it falls silent again. Maybe considering this thing like a ghost will help me with how to handle it.

I had a dream about it last night... I had some dreams about past memories when I was a kid and then it was just standing there when I looked. Looming out of the shadows and looking intently at me. I don't remember much after seeing him, everything is just fuzzy now about it. I guess I waited too long to record the dream. =/

I'll keep everyone posted.

Calm Week

It's kind of nice that it's been so calm. There was a slip up where a picture got impaled on an old sports trophy. The girl has a hole in her torso. That thing did it, I know. Why it stopped there I don't know.

Other than that I've been working and doing things normally. Saw that guy from the last post. The higher official identified himself as the Agent investigating the ongoing case with these frequent murders. We talked for a bit while I was on my lunch break before splitting ways. He's a nice man, reads the blogs apparently and caught up with me because of it. I guess he's a private subber or something.

Well hi Mr. Agent. =)

I really hope you make this city a safer place. I'm scared about what it's becoming.

Hope everyone is doing alright.

Report

There's been some stuff going on in the city. The police are on high alert and even brought in some higher officials. The city is really nice, it's not big but it's always been pretty good. I always refer to it as night and day with the two sides, I live on the day side while where all the bad stuff is happening is the night side.

A lot of murders have been happening since I was born, way before then too. Recently it seems to have skyrocketed up. Funny thing is we aren't known for a lot of gang activity and the reason for it is because of these murders or people going missing so frequently.

The day section of the city is a small portion, if I had to lay out a map it would be this tiny spot in the heart of it all. Surrounded by the darkness of the night. I feel like all this chaos around us is trying to break down the dome so that night can finally take over the entire city. It's silly and I know it but with the police fighting so hard to defend this little patch of green I can't help but wonder.

I walked into one of the higher officials today, not literally, but he visited the library looking for something. He was a pleasant man, I haven't spoken to many nice people in a while around here. He mentioned to keep an eye out in the area, trouble was brewing.

I guess he was right. The murderers gone up and it's because someone else was brought in to lend a hand. The amount of people in one area just dropped... it's so awful. They found pieces of people in the street, like something came through and just tore them apart. All those poor people...

I'm sorry, I shouldn't get worked up.

Well I would rather this stay in one contained area than spread out. The police can catch these guys faster if it's in one place. So I guess there are positives in this all. :]

About my own issues they have been quiet for a bit. I know that means a lot of bad stuff is coming, it's so horrible how I am used to this pattern already. I am working again at the library, I was worried I was going to have to find a new job. It's a nice distraction from everything.

I hope everyone is well.

Back

Sorry for the unexpected disappearance. I was worried maybe whatever is doing this might be reacting to my posts. Since I stopped nothing has changed. I've been assaulted whilst sleeping, was attacked while walking through the apartment. I hit the floor screaming as the thing scratched me, it got so bad I went to the hospital for a few stitches.

My posts don't mean anything to it but they help me vent. I keep trying to analyze whatever it is. I'd like to still think logic is on my side still, especially with what runs in my veins. Family being logical thinkers I'd like to follow up on that even now. It's getting difficult though, I got to say.

I'm being spooked every left and right, sometimes it's a daily thing for a bit and then it just stops. Everything is quiet a few more days and out of nowhere I find my ears are bleeding and that thing laughing.


I don't know how to tell my therapist. I feel like she'll just drug me saying I'm hearing voices. Really, voices? That's the best you got? What about the mirror incident? That isn't just me and it isn't some kind of split personality. I saw someone or something else that wasn't me, I've seen it a few times now. I don't know what to say or who to talk to. Some people on the internet now have been helpful. I'm not going to mention who yet for safety reasons but just saying, thanks. :]


Going to just stay strong and keep pulling through. If anyone can lend word I'd appreciate it loads. Thanks! Hope your lives are going better.

The Hell?

What the hell is this on my blog? Someone hacked my account. Who the hell would hack my account? I have five posts (not counting "no subject") only about the what ifs around me that I've been experiencing.

Is this because of the attack I posted? Leave me alone! Please just go away, I don't want any trouble.

no subject

WE HUNGER AND WE WEEP WITHIN THE BLACKNESS THAT HAS DAMNED US FOR SO LONG. THE DARKNESS SCREAMS WITH LIFE AND WE HUNGER, WE HUNGER! THIS CITY BLEEDS, BUILT ON CORPSES THAT HAVE LONG SINCE ROTTED. IT CALLS OUT TO US, IT SCREAMS OUR NAME. WE COME TO IT AND ITS DESPAIR, WE SEE ITS PAIN AND WE EMBRACE IT. WE HEAR ITS GROANS, ITS PROTESTS AND OUR STOMACHS CHURN, WE HUNGER FOR MORE.

WE HEAR YOU, CHILD.

I HEAR YOU AND I HUNGER.

GIVE ME MORE.

I HUNGER FOR MORE!

Escalation

Yesterdays weird happenings:

From the start of the day things have been getting progressively worse. While I was showering that morning the power went off, I looked out from the curtain and the steam collected together in front of the mirror. There was writing smudged onto it, written without a care. It said, "Running from Heaven?" I sat down and didn't leave the tub for a while after that.


I got out and finished getting ready, ended up missing my morning classes and went straight to work. At work more stuff decided to happen. I was putting back some returned books and organizing ones out of place. I bitched mentally about kids putting away books in the wrong place, found a couple stacked together like someone got too lazy to put away books they didn't want. I pulled some from the shelf and threw them into the cart and that's when I saw something scarier than all hell. This transparent figure that had beady eyes and a grin of sharp teeth that took up more than half its head.


It was a brief sighting before it dispersed, the mist it left came at me and broke into the bookcase. The shelf creaked, books fell, the shelves where it hit broke off past me. I was hit and fell back, the shelf began falling too and knocked into the one behind me. I pulled myself out of there, the cart barely keeping up the shelf before it toppled to one side under its weight. All I could hear was that laughter, like it was right next to me again.


They blamed it on me being incompetent. Got me suspended from the job, can you believe that? Fucking assholes got some nerve.


I roamed the streets since I was kicked out of work, just until I got my evening classes. Attended them and went home. I set my stuff down and walked to the couch, a mirror shattered to my right. Scared the crap out of me! As I was cleaning up the pieces I found all the reflections looked like that horrible thing from the library. It just stood there in the shattered reflection even as every piece landed in the trash.

Tried to nap on the couch and I just couldn't. Tired physically and exhausted mentally but I couldn't get myself to sleep.

Power started playing tricks on me then, just like in the morning. Did I mention I talked to the landlord when I was leaving? He said that no one else complained, subjected to my apartment only. It was really super, my cup of tea. Power kept dying, laughter picked up, light bulbs blew out.

When things settled after a few rounds I laid down in bed with the laptop to try and sleep. I passed out at some later point this morning. It didn't help much as you can tell. I'm up really early.


I don't know what it is that's bothering me but it's not okay. It's not human. Someone said it might be a proxy and I have been studying them a few weeks now. Doesn't fit right and last time I checked most proxies were human.

Suggestions on what this thing is and what it wants? I don't know what to think. =/ 

Going to run errands while I'm up, get them out of the way. Be back later to report any crap.

Paranoia

At every turn it feels like. I'm trying to keep a straight head but I keep looking over my shoulder. A whisper here, a cackle there. Things aren't adding up.

I live in a small city that's having some crime problems. I walk the streets in a crowd and thought maybe it was just someone next to me. Even when I'm alone though I'm plagued. In the crowd it's never a footstep away, never drifts with the passerby. Right there in my ear, in my head.

It feels like sometimes I'm not walking in my own shoes, find myself moving in the direction without motivating myself to do so. I wonder briefly if I'm in control of myself or not and then I laugh it off all over again. God that's not healthy.

Maybe it's nothing or maybe it's something. I'm not an expert on this at all. Just some punk that grew up and is now getting fucked up.

Maybe it's just me?

Weird Stuff

:/

I don't like it. I came back to the apartment and locked the door, put the mail on the table and slung the bag over the chair. Same routine every single time.

Made dinner last night and sat down. Watched some news, watched Cops too. Then the TV went fuzzy. It's hard to describe, I don't remember much. Everything just became disoriented fast. The plate slipped off my lap and I tried to stand up but my knees buckled under me. I was sitting on the ground and over the static of the TV I heard laughter.

It's weird and kinda hard to describe. It sounded all distorted and static-like. It's stupid I know because it's probably my mind thinking it's the TV and mixing things up. I can't help but feel it's not though. Like I distinctly heard this raspy cackle, high pitch over the sound of the static. Maybe it was the static somewhat...

I looked at the TV and it all looked smeared on and off. Think my vision was crapping out. There was this screeching noise and it was coming from the TV. Scratches appearing on it and then a loud bang. I passed out the moment it happened for a short bit and when I came to I was in the same spot. I looked around and found everything in place. The TV though was a mess. The screen looked like someone took a hammer to it. The only weird thing is it wasn't fractured from the outside. The scratches and everything came from the inside of the glass.

Now I have to invest in a new TV. Cool beans, yo. >:I

Either my apartment is haunted or my old TV blew itself out... probably the latter right? No big deal. I can't explain my vision issues, 20/20. I can't explain feeling dizzy or any of that either. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe it's denial, I like to think I'm smarter than that. Who knows.


Have to leave for class, might post later. Everyone that has commented so far: Nice to meet you! =)

Feeling Crazy?

To the main event, I've been feeling a little crazy lately. Feel like things are being moved, sometimes I think I'm hearing voices. I laugh it off like it's normal. It's not.

I shouldn't be experiencing this.

I'm the girl that filters her mouth and wears a smile, works in the library and doesn't scream despite wanting to. So desperately wanting to disrupt the silence.

I laughed off this guy I saw a few times on my way home. Navy blue clothes with some kind of print on the shirt, white sneakers. I think he was a brunette, clean shaven. I saw him a few times. Not a big deal, probably just from all this stuff I've been watching. Not gonna sweat it. :)


Should get some sleep shortly, have class, work, then class again. Oh boy. :P

Introduction

Hi, my name is Josie Crumin. I'm a 22 year old girl who doesn't act her age. I work at a library which is ironic because I hate the silence. How I got the job at all with dyed blue hair and two eyebrow piercings over my right eye is still unknown to me. I like astronomy, nature, and all things odd and curious. I dislike the silence. People take me for granted or think I'm an easy lay usually, because I'm more loner material they label me ridiculous things. Often my opinions rarely make an impact so I don't say anything at all. I bite my tongue like a good girl and seethe on the inside.


Truthfully I'm just waiting to snap. I'm amazed by my own patience with people or things occurring around me, I guess that's one trait to be proud of. My therapist says I have "distanced myself from humanity" and suggested I start doing things to get in touch with it. I smiled and bit my tongue as usual because I'm totally wasting money by seeing her and never telling her what's really on my mind.


Which brings me here. See a lot of people blogging and I figured why the hell not. Might be good with these odd things that keep piling up.


If I watch you or whatever it's called don't expect me to say much. I just want to see what's going on. Maybe it's what you say, how you think, how you write it, or your own experiences that pull me in. I've got a lot of strange interests, being a horror buff does that. :P


Well if anyone is reading this at some point nice meeting you. Have fun watching me fumble around awkwardly and fail at being human.