Carlos' Notes
There is a glowing cloud moving in from the west. I'm not sure what's causing it, but it is glowing and changing colors. At the moment, it is purple. Earlier, it was orange, and then blue, and then green. I've listened to the radio. It apparently makes a low whistling sound when it is in earshot. Cecil says that one death has already been attributed to the glow cloud, although I'm not certain how they could know. It appears to be raining something.
The Sheriff's Secret police (I'm not sure how they are different or more secret than the regular police, or indeed, if there are any regular police) have suggested that citizens run directly at the cloud, shrieking and waving their arms (just to see what it does). May take some equipment over to do tests on it.
There was an incident at the Night Vale post office that I missed, having been busy with the seismic shifts and the house that does not exist. Apparently, there was a great howling heard from within that staff claim no knowledge of. The Apache Tracker (who is a white guy who wears a racist and inaccurate Native headdress) says he snuck in using ancient indian magiks and found the words "More to come, and soon" written in blood on the walls. Bernadette has gone off to speak with him, and says she'll interview some of the postal workers to see if we can get a clearer picture.
The Radio Station seems to have unhealthy levels of radiation. I also brought my EMF detector directly into Cecil's booth-It went absolutely nuts, and begun showing the levels in unreadable runes. I tried to get Cecil out, but he refused and seemed puzzled by my concern. When I told him about the radiation, he laughed and told me that it was always like that, and I didn't need to worry. I rather forgot to mention the joke he's been playing on me (and ask him to stop fawning over me).
The citizens of Night Vale are quite odd. Cecil Baldwin himself is quite unusual-he has fangs, sharp teeth, and tentacles. He has an odd painted third eye on his forehead (I'm not sure why). Old Woman Josie is normal, but the Angels (who all go by the name Erika) make up for it. They have feathered wings (about 10ft wingspan), eyes all over their body, and hollow bones. They make trumpeting noises, smile a lot, and glow. One of them is black and instead of glowing, seems to suck all of the light out of wherever he goes. He leaves a shadowy imprint for about ten seconds whenever he moves. Cecil's Station Management appears to be a sentient shadow-the only part of it that isn't smoky and black is his (or her) smile. It stretches from one side of its regularly-shaped head to the other. It can change the shape of its limbs-sometimes it has tentacles, sometimes paws, sometimes hooves.
There is a cat floating in the men's bathroom in the radio station. At least, I assume it is a cat. It's a little hard to tell, as it has six legs and screeches instead of meowing. Felisha came in to see it, and insists that despite the cat being male, it is pregnant.
The glow cloud is raining small dead animals now. Lizards, armadillos, crows, etc. Nobody seems to be concerned. In fact, Cecil suggested that parents take their children out and use the cloud's constantly changing hue to teach their children the names of colors.
Apparently, the Sheriff's Secret police are looking for a fugitive named Hiram McDaniels, who is wanted for insurance fraud. This is an interesting story, as Hiram is apparently a five headed dragon with mostly green eyes who is approximately eighteen feet tall and weighs around thirty six hundred pounds. He was last seen flying and shrieking over Red Mesa.
I was listening to the radio, and I happened to hear this week's community calendar. On Saturday, we will all apparently forget the Night Vale library, as it is undergoing renovations. Sunday is apparently Dot Day (red dots on what you love, blue dots on what you don't and mixing them up causes permanent consequences?). Tuesday there is a bake sale to support a blood-space war? I'm not sure what that means. And apparently wednesday has been canceled. Due to a scheduling error. I don't understand what that means, or how you can screw up scheduling the week.
The Glow Cloud is now enveloping all of Night Vale. When you look out the window, the sky is filled with colors. Different parts of the cloud glow in different colors. The humming is drowning out everything else, except the radio. Cecil is saying...Cecil is...
The Glow Cloud does not need to converse with us.
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Sorry, I'm not quite sure what happened there. My notebook is filled with words I didn't write, and I cannot erase. It smells faintly of...vanilla. Cecil went through something similar, I believe. He's talking about how he tried to play back the tapes, but they are empty and smell of vanilla as well. And...and the letters are fading in my notebook. What just happened?