But I've begun reading the blogs of the people that follow me. A rabbit mask, someone calling themselves Iscasomethin' Archangel, a drunk girl talking about a Gentleman?
What the hell's going on, guys? Is this just some sort of group in-joke, a horror writing club that found my blog and wants to incorporate it into their... game, I guess?
I don't have any kids for today, my house was broken into and the box is missing. I can't tell the police about it, because I get the feeling a lot of that stuff wasn't supposed to be in Grandad's attic.
Sometimes, I use a fortunetelling technique that involves meditating, spinning in a circle really fast, and writing the words that most feel appropriate in a search engine. It take me to very strange places.
ReplyDeleteThat said, don't mind me. I'm just along for the ride.
I think I tried that once, it ended up taking me to an Asian transsexual website. It made me ask myself all kinds of unsettling questions.
ReplyDelete"Alcoholic"? Ah, well, it's better than "dead".
ReplyDeleteThe monster is real, hun. And it'll fuck you over pretty damn quick. Don't look into the disappearances, back off, and disappear.
Not that you'll listen. I don't know why I bother.