Sunday, October 31, 2010


It's that day again, and all I have to show for it is a bag of Snickers and my father TiVo-ing every zombie movie on cable. Horror movie marathon? Not exactly what I want to be doing tonight.

But then again... didn't Robert's blog say something about how It doesn't come out on Halloween? If that's true... if It really isn't rearing Its ugly head today...

Well, maybe I will watch some movies with my father, then.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Libera Nos

Fuck, what time is it?

Last thing I remember was heading out to the pharmacy for antacids and chewing gum. (Never doubt the power of apple-flavored gum to soothe the nerves.) That was... shit, 6 hours ago. It's right around the fucking block, it normally takes 5 minutes max to get there. How'd I get back home and why'd it take so long?

And I don't even have my gum or antacids. Pardon the profanity, but... what the hell happened?

Saturday, October 23, 2010


Still here, folks. Still living.

I haven't seen It since that night. Starting to think maybe It wasn't actually stalking me. Maybe less "you're next" and more "I know where you live, so stop learning." ...Yeah, and maybe flamingos will land on my house and start doing a can-can routine. Or maybe It wasn't there for me in the first place. Maybe It was there for my neighbor's daughter, and my coming out of the house when I did was unforeseen. Weirder and crazier things have happened, after all.

...Haven't been sleeping too good since then. Been leaving my bedroom door open to let in some light. Just a way to chase off monsters under the bed, I guess. Like when my sister and I were kids and we thought that the monsters wouldn't come out unless we stuck our feet out from under the blankets. ...You believe some crazy shit when you're little.

Let's hope tonight brings some good dreams.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

One Night of the Hunter

I saw It.

Yesterday, my folks were late getting home. I was alone. It got dark. I was outside tossing something into the garbage bin when the security lights snapped on next door. Thought it was my neighbor's daughter; she's been looking after the house since he passed away.

It wasn't her. It was too tall, too thin, dressed in black. ...I saw It standing barely in the light's range, staring at my house. Staring at me.

Ran inside, bolted all the doors, grabbed an old aluminum softball bat, turned on all the lights. My folks came home an hour later.

I'm pretty sure what I saw was It. The... you know. I can't be sure. It was dark and whatever It was wasn't standing fully in the light. But if I see It again... if I spot It... then I might as well kiss my rear goodbye.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Storm and...

Big storm yesterday. Poured down on us out here. The first real storm of the year. And I was happy to see it. Not the lightning, but the rain. It always makes the world feel new and shiny, like we're being given a new world. Sentimental, right?

...Saw something during it. Just a glimpse, but something nonetheless. Someone standing out in the rain. Looking at my house. ...I doubt It was there. At least, I hope not.

For all I know, it was some guy whose car couldn't make it across the wash while it was full of water. Had plenty of those, that's for sure.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Getting cooler here. Summer's over now for sure. Fall. ...The 26th isn't that far away now. Wonder what I'll be doing that day. Probably the same thing as always: studying about CPUs and overclocking and virtual memory.

And two men will be in the air, flying on borrowed wings away from a threat that has no face and a name I won't speak. It exists. I believe what Robert and Shaun and Jay (God rest his soul) said. It exists. The thing in the suit that has no face.

And will It come to one of us, I wonder? It's stalking the guys. Who's to say It won't start pursuing one of the commentators next? ...Bah. I shouldn't think about that. Cross that bridge when and if it comes to that. If It comes to that.

...This is why I don't stay up late. Now you know.

Friday, October 8, 2010


God damn it. Jay.


You son of a bitch. Are you satisfied yet? All those people, all this misery. What do you want? Well? Answer if you can, whatever you are. Explain this!

Shouldn't be so angry. I know I shouldn't be asking these questions. That's just daring It to show up and terrify the crap out of me.

But It took Jay. It took him and It might take Zeke and Robert and Shaun and Damsel and...

I'm worried.

Sunday, October 3, 2010


It's sad when you don't have anything to say for a couple days. Sleeping pretty good, no weird dreams to speak of, no major events. That guy in the business suit showed up again to pick up another flier, only he was in a polo shirt this time. Guess he stopped by on his way to the golf resort.

Quiet as always. Gonna get some shut-eye and sleep on what Sage just posted about. Poor guys... I hope all of them get out of this all right. I know it's not likely, but... it never hurts to hope.