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.

Common

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.

Coolant

Woke up freezing cold when it was 80 in the house. Closed the door before sleeping, but it was wide open this morning. Alarm was set last night, wasn't on this morning. Maybe I dreamed that I set it. Weirder things have happened.

No movement next door. Tail-end of the week. I'm not surprised. Probably gonna be more people over on Saturday, checking out the house. My neighbor was a nice guy, kind of quiet. He was from Germany or Austria, had a real heavy accent. Stopped over on his first day in the neighborhood just to say hello. Used to see him in his backyard puttering around in the garden.

Cripes, I miss that old guy. He'd probably get a kick out of the story of It. He liked horror movies and scary stories.