Thursday, December 6
Basement. Something about an acropolis. I can’t remember.
Sunday, November 25, 4:31 AM
I heard animal noises again, and this time, I went to go check them out.
I really wish I hadn’t.
They were coming from the basement.
I really don’t want to talk about this. I need to process it.
I’m actually shivering.
Thursday, November 22, 1:47 AM
I woke up like half an hour ago. Something growled.
I don’t own any animals.
Jesus fuck, it’s been a while
so
hi!
Um-
what’s going on?
A breath. A scream. A silence, an old film projector.
The movie begins.
5
I hear things under the floorboards, I hear things moaning in the dark. I hear every one of her footsteps. I can’t stop hearing them, any of them.
Something called my name last night. I almost woke up.
3/4
She slips through the crack in the door, and lies down next to him, praying he isn’t awake. It pours through the crack behind her, and sits, staring past the back of her skull, through her eyes, into his messy, sweaty hair.
He seizes up, his arms contorting, his legs following suit.
It makes its move.
2
I heard some thumps in the basement.
I’ll worry about it tomorrow.
My pants have stains on them.
