2:49 pm
Dear Log,
I was exploring today. You know, just wandering around down stares when I found out another interesting thing about this place. Yeah house number 777 is just full of surprises! Well today I learned that some of these hallways which are more of tunnels lead in to another house. Can you believe that? Lucky for me next door is vacant. It sort of interesting how I found it.
I had been wandering around aimlessly downstairs, again. I just wanted to see how far down it went. I'm sure when I eventually reach the end it will be disappointing because at this time it seems these staircases go down forever. So I'm probably twelve or thirteen stories down when I start going down this one hall. Soon I realize I'm lost. Everything looks similar down here so I guess it's understandable but I was down there a good two hours before I found some stairs that went up.
I started climbing and ascending up when I noticed there weren't as many doors. Then there were no doors. I was just walking up a staircase that would occasionally wind around and take turns. At last I reached the top of the stairs and there was nothing. It was just blank. I ran my fingers over the cold concrete feeling no break or anything. I began to swear and yank my hair away from my eyes. As I racked my fingers through my hair in frustration my elbow bumped the ceiling and the ceiling came down and bumped back. I stumbled and looked up to realize that it was a trap door. I scurried up it and found myself in darkness. There was a small bit of light glowing from a tiny window. I stumbled over to the window that was near the ceiling, my head still hurting. I latched my bony fingers on to the ledge and pulled myself up enough to peer out. I saw tall uncut grass and my house. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't in my own home anymore. I just stared at the house in confusion. I dropped the few inches down the ground and began to slowly move around.
I shuffled my feet around until I struck a stair. I climbed up and into an empty house. If there had been people living in there I have no idea how I would have explained my presence. Maybe I would have just taken a stereo and ran. Well it would have at least given them a reason as to why I was in their home. Thanks to the fact that almost nobody wants in the area, it was empty. I opened the door and slunk back into my house and back to my Log.
Joey
May 16, 1991
9:26pm
Dear Log,
I've really started to creep myself out. I've been spending a lot of time down stares in the dungeon, as I like to call it. I just go down there and space out for long periods of time. Yesterday I was staring at my keyboard mindlessly when the phone rang. It was strange I realized I haven't talked to anyone in days. When I picked up the phone my voice cracked as I croaked a small, "Hello?"
It was my sister. I had forgotten my niece's birthday entirely! When I realized that I had no idea what day it was (which I now know as you can tell by the date) I finally saw what I've done. By moving away I've isolated myself and am turning into a hermit! Log, I've been driving myself crazy by not having any human contact! I decided to get things together.
For starters I painted that wall that was freaking me out. I made sure to make it look just like every other wall in the house. I made it just another blank and bland partition in the dungeon. Then I cut my hair. Maybe not a normal thing to do. I just figured at the time, "I will have clarity if I can see clearly. So I snipped it away. To be honest I did a really shitty job. It's all uneven and ragged but it felt good to be without my golden locks falling in my face. My head feels lighter and cooler. Its fun to run my fingers through my short hair. But more importantly it feels like my brain is finally getting oxygen it needs.
So Log, the final leg of my rehabilitation is about to arise. The old typewriter will be put aside for a few days as I join myself into the human culture. That's right, I'm going out. Though this time I am keeping distance from little gothic high schoolers. It's not even that I can't handle another beating it's just that I can't afford it! The glasses getting replaced put me back a good ninety bucks! I don't have another ninety dollars lying around the house. Maybe there's treasure in one of the lower levels that I haven't gotten down to yet. I'm starting to procrastinate, aren't I? God! Okay I'm going. I'll report back later with how everything went.
Joey
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi. Thanks to everyone for reading. And I know that you are reading because I checked the stats page. I've gotten nearly a hundred hits on this story and how many reviews? 3? Maybe 4 at the most?" COME ON! I will now give you the reasons why you should review. 1, I lose interests in stories easily. If you don't believe me ask my regular readers like D1bin how ever it's spelled. Reviews help me stay excited and into a story. Reason number 2, I have low self esteem and it really makes me joy filled to get even a, "Update please" or "yay" yes I will settle for a "yay" come on people give me SOMETHING to work with. All right I shall leave. But remember, I am a review whore and I want my payoff!
Also please don't flame!