Authors's Note:
*astonished silence* I have reviews!!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Big hugs and chocolate Wolvies for all! And in case you were still
wondering Xylia, WIP stands for Work In Progress. :)
Sorry to keep y'all in suspense for so long. Stomach flu tends to sap one's
creativity. *smacks boyfriend for giving it to me* And without further ado,
more of Scott's paranoid scribblings!
Entry 3: Logan's still at it, whatever "it" is. And I'm quite sure I don't like it. Now for some inexplicable reason he's skipping dinner some nights, and raiding the fridge for leftovers when he gets back. I really don't like this. I like it even less since a very disturbing thought came to me this morning. But it would explain an awful lot... Could it be that Logan was so enraged at finding dead-ends instead of answers, that he's reverting to some kind of...feral state? Letting the animal in him take over? If there's even the slightest possibility of that I have to know. It's just too dangerous to have a wild wolverine living in the backyard. I think I should keep this quiet for now, as it's only a theory. A very plausible theory, but still just a theory. Everyone else will just think I'm overreacting. I need proof first. But how do I go about getting it without looking like a complete paranoid nutbar? Sounds like a good time for a "reorganizing spree".
Entry 4: So far so good. A few days of discreet investigation, and no unwanted attention. No real results either. There's three bundles of rope missing from a storage locker, but that's it. Three missing bundles of rope is hardly a school emergency, but I still can't shake this horrible mental image of Logan setting up booby-traps to catch rabbits for dinner or something. No, I need some real proof before I can decide on the appropriate action. In the meantime I'm going to warn the children to stay away from the woods.
Just in case.
Entry 5: I may have to step up my investigation, and soon. While supervising yesterday's evening basketball game, I heard strange noises coming from the woods. Mostly short bursts of...I'm not sure what. It sounded like pounding. Way too heavy and regular to be natural. The kids heard it too, but didn't think anything of it. The innocence of youth... I can't afford to take things so lightly. I had to find out where that pounding noise was coming from. I've probably been branded a hypocrite for it, but I told the kids to stay put, and I went off into the woods. Just as it was starting to get dark. Lucky me. And of course, as soon as I couldn't see the basketball court anymore, the pounding noise stopped. It's eerie how quiet it gets in those woods. One teeny little twig snapping almost ehcoes. Which it did, and I think it attracted some unwanted attention. While part of me wanted to keep going, I had to see that the kids got back inside safely. I'll finish this tomorrow night, and I'm not going back there alone. I was right to keep the children away. As that twig broke under my foot, I froze, and heard a faint but very distinct sound. Nothing else on earth makes a sound like that.
*snikt*
Entry 3: Logan's still at it, whatever "it" is. And I'm quite sure I don't like it. Now for some inexplicable reason he's skipping dinner some nights, and raiding the fridge for leftovers when he gets back. I really don't like this. I like it even less since a very disturbing thought came to me this morning. But it would explain an awful lot... Could it be that Logan was so enraged at finding dead-ends instead of answers, that he's reverting to some kind of...feral state? Letting the animal in him take over? If there's even the slightest possibility of that I have to know. It's just too dangerous to have a wild wolverine living in the backyard. I think I should keep this quiet for now, as it's only a theory. A very plausible theory, but still just a theory. Everyone else will just think I'm overreacting. I need proof first. But how do I go about getting it without looking like a complete paranoid nutbar? Sounds like a good time for a "reorganizing spree".
Entry 4: So far so good. A few days of discreet investigation, and no unwanted attention. No real results either. There's three bundles of rope missing from a storage locker, but that's it. Three missing bundles of rope is hardly a school emergency, but I still can't shake this horrible mental image of Logan setting up booby-traps to catch rabbits for dinner or something. No, I need some real proof before I can decide on the appropriate action. In the meantime I'm going to warn the children to stay away from the woods.
Just in case.
Entry 5: I may have to step up my investigation, and soon. While supervising yesterday's evening basketball game, I heard strange noises coming from the woods. Mostly short bursts of...I'm not sure what. It sounded like pounding. Way too heavy and regular to be natural. The kids heard it too, but didn't think anything of it. The innocence of youth... I can't afford to take things so lightly. I had to find out where that pounding noise was coming from. I've probably been branded a hypocrite for it, but I told the kids to stay put, and I went off into the woods. Just as it was starting to get dark. Lucky me. And of course, as soon as I couldn't see the basketball court anymore, the pounding noise stopped. It's eerie how quiet it gets in those woods. One teeny little twig snapping almost ehcoes. Which it did, and I think it attracted some unwanted attention. While part of me wanted to keep going, I had to see that the kids got back inside safely. I'll finish this tomorrow night, and I'm not going back there alone. I was right to keep the children away. As that twig broke under my foot, I froze, and heard a faint but very distinct sound. Nothing else on earth makes a sound like that.
*snikt*