A Very Interesting Conversation (Not)

Everyone listen to this. It's amazing.

Now, on to the issue of the callers, one of them called me a few hours ago. I decided to answer.

It was one of the guys. So, instead of hanging up after their usual cryptic message, I decided to keep them on the line.

"My eyes are open and what they see is you."

They've said something similar before, and I had asked, "Who are you?" of course, and they simply wouldn't answer and hung up. I decided to be a bit different this time. I said, "Do you like what you see?"

Their answer was no. So I asked why.

The guy took a long pause before telling me that I lacked certain qualities. I asked what those were and he didn't answer.

"Can you protect her?" was the last thing he said before hanging up. Did he fucking mean Shannon? That pissed me off.

The police aren't being very prompt with this. After today's conversation I decided I would hold off on getting a new number. These guys could probably find that one anyway... My doppelganger Sam got me thinking, what if the police screw it up? Doesn't seem likely, but who knows. If I can get the harassers to talk with me long enough, I might get an idea of who they are. I swear one of them sounds so damn familiar.

... I get the feeling I'm being watched, and I don't even know what is doing it. This is fucking stupid.

Also, Shiloh? Please contact me or Shannon right away.

Hmm, so Shannon posted on Shiloh's blog.

I did not want to mention we were having trouble here. The more you worry about something, the worse it can get.

As said, the calls aren't as simple as I've let on, they have gotten quite threatening. I am sure there is at least two distinct males and one female. We've seen no one suspicious around the area, so it's not THAT bad... But I'm getting less and less sleep. Like Shannon, I've been having nightmares. Just stupid shit about knives and glass. It's always a glass house.

Er, aside from that, it's not so bad. The stress has got me down, yeah, but that's only causing me to get a bit sick. Some headaches and nausea, nothing much beyond that. Our performance at work and school has taken a bit, but it's known we're having some tough times.

I just have to wonder why we've been targeted like this. Shannon and I have no real enemies or anything like that, and neither does Diane. None of us even knew Brandon before he met Shannon. It's all so weird.

I should try to entertain these harassers a bit, try and get some info out of them. There might be something I recognize. I don't want to try too hard though, the cops have their own idea in mind.

At the back of my mind, I can't help but wonder where Paul is. Is he even okay? 

I wish I knew.

Taser

I had a delightful time with Chase's Ustream. She really doesn't deserve the shit she's getting from... Whoever the fuck Michiru says she is.

Anyways, I realized I really like the idea of owning a taser, I must search for a way to get my hands on one!

I mean, I will admit, I'm still having a phone predicament. My cell has been bombarded with some random callers lately, and I have no idea what the hell is up with that.

And you know Brandon. He's being fucking odd. Leaving Shannon weird messages like... "Yo, babe, what's up with all the darkness? I can't see."

Shannon has no clue what that means, I have no clue what that means. He's left a few similar things since Saturday... I still don't think he was the one with the weird phone call a while ago, though.

What is with this? I think Brandon is turning out to be a real bitch. I knew it all along. He was probably the one behind... Umm, Halloween. Yeah.

Ugh, fuck it.

The Reckoning

A cabinet of ours fell over last night. Around 3:30.

We have no idea why. It must have just been one of those things that just... happen.

It woke us up, scared the shit out of us. It's a bit beaten up, the crash was enough to send a few glasses and a dish to the ground as well.

Fucking stupid, put things away properly, please.

We're gonna have to start bolting things to the walls, or some shit.

Ugh

It's so late, fuck.

Funny that I still can't get to bed at a nice time. I just lay there and lay there and lay and lay...

I have a sudden craving for pizza. Would I be able to order some at this hour?

We need to buy some frozen pizza in case I get a late night need for it. Like RIGHT NOW.

Shit, I'll check what else we have.

I'm gonna fatten myself up tonight, get myself ready for some nasty dreams.

. . .

Well whatever, I usually don't remember my dreams anyway.

Everything is Fine

I talked with Shannon last night. We've come to an understanding, and what happened Halloween night is not important.

Also, she will not be using her old account anymore, and neither will she be posting. She made a new one for commenting if she feels like it.

I've looked into getting a new number as well, so no more worries there.

Things will be just fine.

Last Night

Okay, I'm sure some of you are confused.

I refuse to speak with Shannon now. Last night was fucking terrible. I know I wasn't fucking dreaming, it was REAL and...

Well it was a prank. A joke. A trick.

I was feeling a bit off at the party so I went upstairs to wash my face. Someone was messing with the window upstairs, to fucking spook me or something. I think they were throwing rocks at it I don't know. Anyways, when I checked it no one was THERE so obviously they meant to bug me.

Actually, okay, I realize how paranoid that sounds. If some little shits WERE throwing rocks there is no way they could have known if anyone in particular was in there...

I came downstairs and I was hit with the biggest wave of nausea. I hadn't even been drinking, so I figured I was getting sick or some shit. I tried to find Shannon but of course she wasn't around. I did find Diane and I told her I was going outside for some fresh air.

So I went outside. I walked to the street, stood there for a moment and the fucking streetlamps started flickering.

I don't even know how they did it but it freaked me out. They went out for a moment and I just...

Actually, fuck this shit. It's nonsense.

"On Hallowe'en the thing
you must do
Is pretend that nothing
can frighten you
An' if somethin' scares you
and you want to run
Jus' let on like
it's Hallowe'en fun."

Apparently I'm in the way. What the hell did that mean?