Journal Excerpt: May 26, 2008
August 30th, 2010
Journal,
The townhouses here are not bad. There’s three levels, several bathrooms, and enough space left in the storage room for an office. I’ve set up my desk in the corner, in between the washer and dryer and several storage shelves. It’s not my ideal creative escape; there’s not enough light and I don’t like spiders. I frequently get the impression that they’re crawling around under the desk, on my shoes and up my legs. I’ve killed at least four of them already.
Our neighbor has problems. If I were five years old I’d probably think she was a literal witch. If we make too much noise she bangs on the adjoining wall; last night she banged so hard she knocked several pictures off of the wall. I cut my finger while cleaning up the glass. I think that was her intention, I think she draws power from the blood of her victims. We’ve only been here for a short time and the witch has already reported us multiple times. Her reasons for doing so are so petty that I won’t waste space in writing them here, suffice it to say I’m worried to cough on my way into the house.
Every night at around 9:30 I hear strange noises coming from the third floor of this woman’s unit. It’s always the same. There’s a thump and a slide, and then two more thumps, a knock and another slide. I’ve sat there for great lengths trying to figure out what is going on up there; the more I get to know her the more I don’t think I want to know. I’ll just spend my time in the basement, in my office, doing what I do.
About the office…the other night I finished transplanting a stack of storage bins from the far wall to the shelves adjacent to my desk. I about had a panic attack when I discovered a large crack in the wall, the same wall I share with my neighbor. It wasn’t the crack that startled me, it was the handful of spiders congregating around it. I took a photo with the camera on my phone before killing a few of the things and chasing the others away.
I have a reoccurring nightmare that I discover a nest of insects in the basement of my parent’s house. Sometimes it’s spiders; sometimes it’s white larvae; either way it freaks me out to the enth degree. Lets hope this nightmare-come-alive thing isn’t going to become a regular occurrence. HVXJ5Q9RERT2
