Still alive. Very little sleep. Cold night. Every time a car went by, I bolted upright. One stopped. Hid behind the drug store. Once the car went, checked on my stuff. Bag rummaged through, stuff scattered everywhere. Took a half-hour to recover everything.
Called home from pay phone. No response. Might be out looking for me. My folks, I mean. Mom's probably worried sick. Dad'll be angry. Sister... who knows with her?
In midtown BSG Pilot Coffee store. (See what I did there?) Moving on. Buses running now. Catch one, take to university. Big campus, lots of places to hide. Will wait it out there. (And check Dad's office. He might be there.)
Train doesn't come until early morning.
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Lateness of the Hour
Made it to a late-night coffee joint. Dunno how I managed it. Called home, but no response from my folks. They're still not home. Mom. Dad. Please be okay...
Dead tired. Gonna find somewhere safe to crash. To sleep.Thinking maybe the drugstore half a mile down the road. Busy road. Bus stop right out front. Can sleep on the bench, grab the first bus down to the U. To the train station.
I need sleep. Have to get sleep somehow.
The next Agent to get near me gets a baseball bat to the skull.
Dead tired. Gonna find somewhere safe to crash. To sleep.Thinking maybe the drugstore half a mile down the road. Busy road. Bus stop right out front. Can sleep on the bench, grab the first bus down to the U. To the train station.
I need sleep. Have to get sleep somehow.
The next Agent to get near me gets a baseball bat to the skull.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Feint
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.
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.
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.
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