May 1, 1991

5:38 am

Dear Log,

Lost you for a while, Log. I just found you under the bookshelf. It's good to have you back. I bet you want to know what's up with my life as of late. Well I'll oblige and let you have a peak into my daily occurrences.

Glasses finally arrived. It feels so good to finally be able to see where I am. Then again the more I look around the more I see this isn't the greatest place in the world. There are nails sticking out of the floor and walls. The rooms down stares have so much more in them then I noticed. Who would need so many chains and restraints? There are mechanical pieces on the floor with blueprints so easy I could put them together.

In fact I was having a hard time writing so I did put one together. I just fallowed the instructions and attached this cable here and that chain there. I worked for several hours in a daze. It seemed so easy after a while that I didn't even need the instructions. I just let my mind wander back the my monster. He's growing. The monster is getting new shades and features I didn't even think of before. This story is going to be really, really good. With my monster becoming more and more vivid I'm sure I'll finally get published. This really will be my masterpiece thus far. God he's getting so freaky looking. His teeth are getting sharper and have much more of a gleam as the saliva drips from his fangs. He stares hungrily at you just wanting to take a bite. He really is taking on a life all his own. I'm really feeling proud of myself.

Oh there's something I didn't mention that I probably should have said first off. I was in one of the rooms about two or three floors down when I found a wall. Now I know what your thinking, log. "There are walls in every room. That's what makes them rooms!" well this room had something on the wall. On the far wall, across from the chains there was a pentagram. I don't know if that's the right name. It was an upside down star with in a circle. Decorating the edges were lovely dripping upside down crosses. It made me shutter. This house is so big I could probably just never go in there again but I find myself drawn toward the room.

I just sit there for hours staring at the haunting images. The paint almost looks like it was painted with blood. I have to paint over it. I've bought the paints and now it's just a matter of getting close enough to cover it up. I know I sound like a wuss for saying this but that room fills me with a strange terror and excitement. I want to run away and never come back but there I sit staring at the wall.

I haven't been sleeping much lately. I just can't. It's been interesting to watch the sun rise. That something I never used to do. I'll drag myself out of the endless basement and up stares to the front room. I just sit on the couch and stare. Slowly the darkness turns to light as that orb in the sky inches up. I'm probably going to go blind from staring at the sun so much.

I haven't been in my bedroom in days. It's become almost more of a storage room for unpacked boxes then an actual bedroom. I'm feeling sick. Whenever I try to eat my body refuses it. That is one thing that is getting really annoying. I'm on a steady diet of water and broth. I think I've run out of things to say. I'm going to go back up stares now. Later,

Joey

Author's note: thanks to those who have read the first two chapters. Your too kind really. I know some of my stuff is stupid and probably doesn't go along with JTHM's world but I'm trying and don't worry the pentagram does get covered so I know there isn't one in Johnny's house. I'm not exactly sure whats up with Joey. He seems to be deteriorating faster than I had thought. I wonder how long he'll last….