April 7, 1991
12:06 am
Dear Log,
Sorry about the blood stains on the page. Oops I only managed to smear them. Well now the page is a cool crimson-y color. I just hope it remains legible after all the blood dries. I didn't really think that people here would be so damned aggressive. Here's what happened: I messed up my hair in the Kurt Cobain way that I Zzzzzzz….
Sorry the pen wasn't writing on the wet bloodstains. It got to be too blurry for even me to read so I opted to go clean myself up a little and let the page dry. I went into the bathroom and dug out the bandages out of my first aide box, which I have yet to unpack. God that disinfectant stuff hurts worse than that ass kicking I just got. Oh right I never told you what happened. Okay I'll pick up from where I left off earlier.
All right it was right after I'd cleaned myself up by messing with my hair and putting on my boots. I went out and began the short trek to the club. As I was walking I began to think about my characters. I almost began to worry. (That's how much of a dork I am. I worry about my fictional character like they're real.) Last I checked in with them Felicia was still trapped by the monsters. And they were scaring the living fucking day lights out of her. They have all these tentacles and fangs and claws on the tentacles and…and I'm getting off topic! Well to simplify why happened, I drifted off into my little world. My eyes did that glazed over thingy. I became the walking dead (wow foreshadowing). And bumped into some chick. She was probably just a little high schooler. Her overly painted eyes widened in horror to the fact that I dared to bump her. I noticed a tiny line trailing off from her eye on to her cheek. It seemed such a small insignificant line that I barely noticed. Quickly I apologized and moved on but that wouldn't be the end of it.
Just before I reached the club, "THE DARK ROOM!" I was grabbed. These two guys yanked me off my feet and pulled me into an ally. They began to savagely punch my face. Though I must admit they were polite. They took turns between themselves. One would punch my face into hamburger meat. Then the other would push me over and start stomping on my stomach until I was sure that there wasn't any oxygen left in me. I also became sure that my blood had an endless supply because it just kept coming. I tried to put myself into a happy place. I squeezed my eyes shut (also this kept the broken glass from my glasses and blood from getting into my eyes). I pictured my monster. I saw him turn away from Felicia (much to her relief). I saw him charge at these two. He seemed a little more vivid then he used to. There was a new spark to him. He tore them apart and left only chunks of meat behind. I could see their life forces floating in the twilight sky. And just as they were about to escape to the after life…my monster swallowed their souls too. Nothing left of them. Not their bodies or their souls. Just nothingness. In that instant I opened my eyes. It was way more terrifying in my head than out here. I watched as they walked away from me still talking smack. They had turned into black silhouettes in setting sunlight. I saw form of that little high school girl I bumped standing at the edge of ally just standing there. One of the brutes walked up to her. He was probably the alpha male; he put his arm around her and said, "There, Anne, that guy won't touch you again."
"Yeah!" she turned me completely. I could see nothing in her face except her venomous eyes, "That's what you get for screwing up my make-up!" she spun around and returned to being just a shape. The three of them walked off clearly feeling victorious. Nothing else to say, really. I passed out for a few hours then when I woke up I picked my sorry beaten ass up off the ground and stumbled the quarter mile or so back here. I think I'll go to bed now. See ya later.
Joey
April 12, 1991
3:09 am
Dear log,
I'm not sure really where to start. This is too weird. I knew my uncle was kinda off but…but I don't know. I guess I'll start at the beginning. Well since my beating I've been going without glasses. It's really been a pain. The local optometrist Dr. Neil, said he'd get my prescription soon and I'd get some new glasses "in a jiffy" being that I have no idea how long a jiffy is, I'm just dealing. Well I was moving some boxes out of the way just setting them in front of a bookshelf that has its own niche thing. Being nearly blind I tripped over one of the boxes I had set down earlier. Wildly I grabbed for anything and managed to latch on to the shelf. Then it creaked and moaned with exertion. I cursed because I knew I would be unable to regain my balance before... BLAM it fell forward and landed on me.
When I came to (damn I hope this passing out thing doesn't become the norm here) and shimmied out from under the shelf. Which, by the way if you ever get the crap beaten out of you make sure you drop a bookcase on your bruises five days later! Well when I got up I noticed something. There was a door behind the bookcase. Now looking back on it the place where the bookshelf was located was more of a hallway then a niche in the wall. I pulled the shelf away incase it swung out instead of in. I stepped over the toppled shelf ignoring the crushed boxes and their content. My hand shook as I reached out. I didn't know why! My mind told me that this was probably just a closet or maybe an incomplete bathroom. Slowly I reached out. The dusty handle seemed to glow in the florescent lighting of the hallway. I placed my hand on knob. It felt grainy and dirty from months or years of dust and dirt build up. With one last shaky breath I yanked the handle to the left.
The handle was stuck. A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I gripped the handle tighter and jerked on it. The door wasn't just stuck it was locked. I cursed under my breath but a thought struck me. Immediately I dashed to the kitchen and found the box that contained silverware. The box was filled with eating utensils I found what I was looking for after a few moments of rummaging through the silver, a butter knife. I became momentarily grateful that I had siblings that used to lock me out of/into things.
I crouched down and shoved the blade between the door and frame. My slim body tittered slightly but I quickly regained my balance. The knife slowly worked through the dirt build up holding it back. I could feel the lock slowly give I began to wrench it and finally that satisfying click echoed through the hall. Lazily I tossed the knife to the side and pulled the door open. Dust showered me from above. My lungs filled with filth and I fell into a violent coughing fit. My air tube itched as my body tried to expel it all. Again my discovery was to be delayed as I rushed to drink water and clear out my throat.
Annoyance made my left eye tick. Incase this was a spare bedroom, or anything that would require more than just sticking my head in, I tied a bandana around my mouth. The dust build up from a hidden room could be toxic. My eyesight was still blurry but like I said earlier, I'm dealing. I returned to the hall with the fallen bookcase. No more barriers! Nothing else will get in the way of my curiosity being satisfied! I practically leapt through the doorway. Which is why I fell down that flight of stairs I didn't know about. (I really have been taking quite a beating since I moved out here).
When my head stopped spinning and I was able to think again. I popped my shoulder back into the socket and began to look around what I thought was a basement. I dragged my heavy form to my feet and staggered around. Dim florescent lights glowed from a head. This room was huge with several doors and…and another staircase. I stuck my head in to each of the bare rooms with wood flooring. They all seemed so depressing. Each room was blank and gray and just made me feel cold inside. I went down the staircase and found another floor with the same design. Peaking down the next staircase I had a feeling that the next would be like this and it was. I had to go down six or seven flights of stairs and find twenty or more of these rooms. Some had chains on the walls. The further down I descended the colder I felt and the creepier it became. There were rooms filled strange contraption and some with pieces and blueprints. What the hell had my uncle been planning? I feel like calling the cops but what would I say? "Help me! I have a huge basement! I think my uncle could have been crazy!"
I couldn't go any further. Even though there were more stairs and more rooms to explore. There's something I didn't mention earlier. It is kind of strange. The further I go down the more my brain seems to go blank. I feel drained except for one beacon of light in my mind. My monster. He's the only one who seems to be able to go down there with me. I'm pretty freaked out but…but I think I'll check that place out further tomorrow. Damn this was a long entry. I got to go. Maybe I'll try to sleep or something.
Joey