October 20th, 2013
I visited Madame Roget yesterday. Not that Montag approves, though I don't think it's her he dislikes, more the kind of thing she gets up to. Or got up to, I should say. I'm still not certain how she avoided the fog, but I have my suspicions, especially when I think about the handcuffs on the sideboard... Still, women's issues are a bit more pressing and unlike at the sheriff's office, there's a steady supply at Roget's house of the kind of thing we ladies need. She mentioned the ravens again, which creeped me out a little bit, but at least I heard it from someone a bit more... mentally stable. She mentioned cats as well, and how Andy had been getting a bit spooked. He's a nervous guy anyway, so I hadn't really noticed, but she can probably sense that sort of thing better than I can. I just blow things up, really.
Walking back, I had this weird feeling that someone was watching me. I tried to brush it off at first but by the time I reached the skate park where Danny was busy setting up traps, I couldn't avoid it any more. It reminded me of the groundskeeper. It's been a couple of years since I saw him, since those seniors vanished, but nothing was ever done and Danny did say he had a bottle of whiskey he'd managed to find in one of the houses on a scavenging run (why he was out scavenging I can't say, but I'm guessing Sheriff Bannerman didn't give him the green light there...). I told Danny the story and he poured the whiskey down a drain faster than it takes his spy plane to take naughty pictures of Cassie King. What a waste. He regretted it when I mentioned he needed to have a bonfire on the beach too. Then I had a call from Montag, apparently worried about me, so I had to run. The feeling came back though, so I kept a watch out. Didn't feel safe until I was past the wards, and even then just barely.
Next mirror I looked in, I could have sworn there was a pair of eyes in the corner, just faintly, looking a little past me...
It always gets like this near Halloween. I can't see things getting better in the next few days. You thought Solomon Island was bad now, trust me, around Halloween it's like this even when we aren't cut off from the world with zombies roaming the streets. Whatever was going on with the cats, I've been hearing meowing and stuff in random places. I saw a guy in a top hat with a cat's tail, pretty fat, in the distance this morning, but when I looked again he was gone. This whole place has gone to hell and all the crazy shit here is just piling up, and I don't know when it's going to end. The Templars, the Illuminati, even those Dragon guys, they're not making things better. They're spending more time fighting each other than the guys out there, that are causing the mess, and Venice just stand on corners giving them weapons. It's complete and utter fucking madness, and I just want it to end.
Trouble is, I can only see things getting worse from here...