Hi, my name is Josie Crumin. I don't like where I work but that's mostly because I don't like where I am in life. Where I am in life is still a question I ask myself daily. I've been having some odd occurrences as of late. I don't know what I expect from being here but I'm hoping maybe I'm not as crazy as people make me out to be.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Truth of it All


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 


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. =/

Wednesday, October 19, 2011





i dont want to die

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

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.

Monday, October 17, 2011


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.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

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.