“Don't see me. No matter what. There is something wrong with me, and people are starting to get hurt. I don't leave my house anymore. I can't. That kid...what used to be that kid keeps knocking on my back window. I only have to find a shovel. I suppose that is going to have to do. I saw some black thing in the backyard. Was slimy because it was dead. Something was wrong with it. Where it touched the skin. Don't touch the skin. Just burn it. Don't try to find me. Because I found the shovel.
Dog was the first to go. He was just sniffing around outside, looking for a place to piss. Thing must have been in the bushes. I heard a yelp. Boy came running to the door. His face was all messed up, like it was dissolving. I quickly poured water on him. Took him to the vet. Vet had no idea what could have caused it. Said there wasn't an animal in the area that could do something like that. But he said the damage wouldn't be permanent, and after wrapping him up and giving me some meds he let me take Bailey home.
I stayed home the first day, just to make sure he wasn't playing with it. He was a smart dog though. Seemed really tired but he ate fine. The next day I went back to work. I guess I had just assumed if he was fine the first day that he would be fine the second. I got home that night only Bailey wasn't barking like he normally did. I quickly opened the door and turned on the lights. Nearly vomited when I got into the hallway.
There wasn't much left. It smelled something fierce.
I called animal control. Told them what had happened. Said that they had heard reports of that before but that he wasn't able to elaborate. They came over and grabbed what was left and sterilized the area. Kept asking me if I had touched it at all. I kept telling them no, that I hadn't changed the bandages since he saw the doctor. Was going to do it when I got home. They checked the back yard. Looking for the thing I guess. Then they left, saying they were sorry for my loss. And that was it.
I started hearing sound in the night. Figured it was whatever they had been looking for. Called more than once. They never told me anything. Couldn't figure out why the fuck they needed to be hush hush about it. Finally they told me that I should put myself in a hotel for a little bit while they figured it out. Wasn't good for me health wise if something was muddling about. When to the local housing. Used to be an orphanage. Did what I was told. A couple days later after no word I decided to go back. I tried to call. I really did. But no one answered. I wasn't going to stay out of my own damn house for no reason.
I opened the door. Everything seemed fine. I went to the back door to see what they had done. Looked like they had torn up the place. Then I saw something in the bushes. It stood up and began to walk towards the door. At least it looked like walking. I recognized the ball cap. Was the next door neighbors kid. He always was launching crap over my fence. He looked like he was made of oil.
Found the shovel. Figure if I bury and burn the bastard there won't be anything left. Should tell Dan, but what would that do. He wouldn't believe me. Would probably think I killed his kid. But I am not killing his kid. The kid is dead. And there are more of them outside. There is one on my front step.
It knocked on the door yesterday.
Can't leave the house.
There should be enough gas to do it.
I swear to god one of them is barking.”
Someone left this in my mailbox. I am starting to get really pissed off at all the crazies sending me their stories. Like I was going to believe him. How would the note get to me if he was stuck in the house? Reminds me of the thing I saw the other night. But my cat is fine, and Loyd was holding the damn thing in his mouth.
Margaret is well enough to go back to work. She seems happy about it. She gets a little frustrated when she isn't busy. I am glad she is up and about. Maybe things will get a little bit closer to normal now.
The new neighbors across the street are creeping me out. They just seem to stand around for hours, doing nothing. Saw my neighbor Anton moving in some furniture for them. Seems like real creeps. Apparently the furniture came from a house down the street. Or at least what had originally been down the street. It had been torn down about three years ago.
The temperature dropped down today. Supposed to be warmer next week.
It is raining. Found a dead bird while walking to work.