Miscellany

I think I missed January.

No, seriously, it feels like yesterday was the fourth, like I just woke up and went "What the hell, I just wasted a month." I didn't do anything, I didn't see anyone... the hell. Must fix.

Finished World War Z. Conclusion: Awesome. I really hope the movie ends up happening. Seriously, read this book. Also obtained Booster Gold #6 - I only mention this because I was in Comic Kingdom and I swear I saw an exact replica of The Simpson's Comic Book Guy browsing the stands. Down to the ponytail and the bright shirt.

Some lulz.

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Uh, but please check out the links in a comment below first. Honestly, some days I just don't want to post nonfiction.

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People have this thing, I know, where we're conditioned to see people everywhere - it's an old survival skill. It's called pareidolia when you overextend, you know, start anthropomorphising at random, virgin mary on toast la la la but.

But I swear to god there is something in my house.

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I think it's coming in through the attic. Okay this sounds crazy but there is a vent going from my attic to the main bathroom and it is not supposed to do that. And. There's all this. Melty stuff. Oh my god what the hell.

If there are tentacles I'm moving to Alice Springs.

ETA: Okay there aren't any tentacles. And I'm less freaked out now that there's an actual tangible sort of thing to accompany the vague feeling of, of, I don't know, presence.

But I am not going into that bathroom for hell or high water. God. I thought the spiders coming through the vent every winter were bad. Ugh. This is just wrong.

I um. I don't know what to do, something tells me the CSIRO is not who I'm gonna call here. So I sort of. Spilled a shitload of salt in the doorway. Just in case. Hey, that reminds me, I should start watching Supernatural again. Anyway I'm just. I'm just gonna pretend it's backed up plumbing or something and try not to think about it.

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Okay it's in the hallway. There is no way this can be a good thing. Shit shit shit what the hell. Definitely coming down from the attic, the ceiling's taken on this weird rubbery texture and the stuff is kind of... kind of seeping through it eugh.

I can't go back up there. It's looking at me. The fucker doesn't even have eyes, but I know it can see me. It's whispering down the stairs. I don't know what it's saying.

I mean, I kind of feel like I could know what it's saying if I tried hard enough but no way in hell.

Is anyone else getting weird shit...? This is really. This is not good.

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I'm pretty sure it's got all of upstairs now. The salt obviously, well, didn't work. Maybe I should get out of the house, but it's getting sort of dark and I just realised the birds have been quiet all day. That isn't normal. Actually, now that I think about it, I can't hear anything from outside the house. And the more I stare out the windows the more I get the feeling that I'm looking at... a security camera loop, or. Something. It's just weird. Anything I'm not looking at directly is sort of fuzzy.

the whispering is making my head hurt.

Is anyone. Nobody's commenting. Nobody's posting. Is it the world that's gone away or is it me?

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It's not quiet outside anymore. It's buzzing. It's not like cicadas or crickets, it's not like a chainsaw or a vibrating mobile... it's this sort of shaky humming sound, like laboured, metallic breathing. The thing upstairs is getting louder too. Something's dripping. I think I know what it wants.

Oh god, I think I know it.