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.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, September 5, 2011
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.
Is this because of the attack I posted? Leave me alone! Please just go away, I don't want any trouble.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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!
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.
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.
Friday, September 2, 2011
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?
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?
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