Dear Die-ary,
Today I paid a visit to my neighbor Squee. You really have to feel sorry for the poor kid. Would YOU want parents who resent your existence and don't acknowledge you in any way? I know I wouldn't. But then again….I wouldn't want parents….but let's not get into that. Anyway, I went through the basement tunnel I found one day that leads to his house (Again, I would like to know who lived in that house before me…). I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me coming through the window again…heh…. Hmm…that bear of his….it's quite strange. I mean, he talks to it, but no one else can hear the bear speak. Is that how it is with the doughboys and nailbunny? I hope not…I'd sound prettttyyyyyy insane. But, alas, I am. Now...what's that bears name? Shmee? Yes, I'm pretty sure that's its name. Heh, I stabbed that thing over and over with Mr. Knifey…(Yes, I keep him in my pocket at ALL times. You never know when you're going to need him.) That was basically my first impression on Squee. That might have scared him. Heh, I think I scare the poor kid all the time. Not many children get frequent visits from knife-wielding, psychotic, homicidal maniacs. Maybe that's why he has so many nightmares…Anyway, while I was over there, I overheard his father muttering something about the noises coming from next door. I have to agree with him. The annoyance is almost UNBEARABLE! Wait….he was talking about MY house…..Well…I can't help it if people scream until their demise! Hmph, maybe he should come visit sometime…heh. But, I can't do that. A kid needs his dad…well, maybe Squee doesn't need his father. He's a bastard. An inconsiderate, selfish, uncaring, bastard. People like that end up in one of my LOVELY torture devices. I think I'm getting off the subject here so, let's get back to talking about Squee. I saved him from some old man once…I think he was a child molester. I had to kill the guy because he was being utterly repulsive, but while killing him, I gave Squee an anatomy lesson…. He looked afraid when I showed him the human brain. I can't imagine why…I thought it looked pretty cool. Eh, He'll come to appreciate my teachings one day….Well, I guess it's time for my evening visit with Squee…I'm sure he'll be surprised when I bring Mr. Knifey and give him a lesson on internal bleeding…I don't think his father is going to appreciate this…
Nny
