Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Too tired to think of a title


The Rake and Possum are still not acting aggressive towards me, which is great. But if they do, I have a few plans, and one backup plan, so I should be okay. Probably. Hopefully. I think I’m handling this pretty well. That’s mostly due to the fact that they haven’t come after me yet. If they were trying to get me I would be a lot less calm…I’d probably move to a different country…

I’ve been thinking about the last entry. Specifically, about the Rake and light. When I turned on the lights, it may have startled him, and when he noticed Possum got away he screeched in rage. Or the lights were painful to him and he was screaming in pain. Either way, the Rake didn’t hang out around my property last night. I saw him, but he was a long ways off.

Odd as it may sound, I haven’t really wondered why the Rake is here. Probably because I’ve been too busy putting up and burying wards and watching to see if he would try to cross them. If he is working with Slendy, then that gives him a reason to be here…I didn’t think I was that much of a threat to Slendy…

And where the hell did Possum come from? I put out some hotdogs for him. Instead of waiting to see what his intentions are, I’m going to try and make friends with him. The Rake may have scared him off though.

I had that same weird cat dream last night. Weird.


I’m watching for Possum and the Rake right now. I haven’t seen them yet.


Valete

Possum vs. Rake

As it turns out, Possum isn’t the Rake.

I have no idea what Possum is. He’s greyish-white with small curved claws, a short snout, large crocodile-like teeth, and yellow eyes. Kind of has a canine-like appearance, with an arched spine. He makes a chirping noise, like a cheetah or a serval. The Rake hates him.


Last night…


I finally used some binoculars to get a good look at Possum. Possum was acting adorable; batting around a can and making chirping sounds. He acted completely different from the last time I saw him. The last two times he was sitting silently or lurking about. This puzzled me, but I didn’t think much of it. Now I think it was the Rake I saw those first two nights, and Possum appeared on the third night.
He stayed there for an hour (maybe? I lost track of time. It was more than 30 minutes). I chatted on Twitter and looked at him every once in a while. Every time I looked he was still there, transfixed by that can.

After a while, I saw movement behind Possum. I was something white hiding in the in the trees, but I couldn’t make out what it was. Suddenly the Rake threw itself at Possum, snarling and hell bent on ripping his head off.

(I must have been a serial killer in a past life, because the Rake appearing practically on my doorstep can only be punishment for some horrible thing I’ve done. If there’s anything I hate as much as that [censoredcensoredcensored] Executor, it’s the Rake. Don’t ask me for a description of the thing, I didn’t take the time to look at it. All I was it’s general shape, it’s color, and it’s huge claws.)

 And of course I had to interfere. Why? Maybe just to spite the Rake. I’ll get back to you on that. I didn’t see much of their fight, but they were making one heck of a ruckus. I went to a window and saw that the Rake was pinning Possum down and ripping at him with his claws. Deciding to test a theory, I reached over and snapped on the (extremely bright) outside lights. Not my best move. Things worked out for Possum though.

As soon as the light hit him the Rake reared back on his hind legs. Possum took the opportunity to make his escape. Then the Rake screeched. It was the most horrible sound I have ever heard. Words cannot describe it. I staggered and fell to my knees. It was like he was screeching right inside my head. I don’t know how long he screeched, I lost my hearing fairly quickly. I sat there for a few minutes with my head on my knees, feeling a little nauseous from the headache. When I managed to get up I look out the window, the Rake was gone. I still haven’t got my hearing back completely, and my ears are ringing.

Why do weird things find me? I suppose it doesn’t help that I live in the middle of nowhere. I’ve seen Bastet, one of the Convocation’s nests, a Shadow Person, Sekhmet, Possum and now the damn Rake. Well, Bastet and Sekhmet are okay. Before seeing them I never believed in them and they just showed up, which is strange, but whatever. They’re not trying to kill me in my sleep, so I like them.
At least my brush with the Convocation wasn’t that bad. I was fourteen, and I was walking in the woods when I saw what I’m reasonably certain was a woman. I admired her lovely cloak that was made of black feathers from afar, and then as soon as she started to turn towards me, I instinctively threw myself into some nearby bushes. I didn’t even know who she was; she just gave me as really bad feeling.


I also had a strange dream last night. I usually don’t remember my dreams, but I remember this one vividly. It was one of those false awaking dreams. I “woke up” and found this strange looking cat sitting on my stomach.  It looked like a cross between an Egyptian Mau and a Savannah, with copper colored eyes. It was staring at me intently, looking curious. Then it blinked and I woke up for real. Maybe it was Bastet, I don’t know.


I glimpsed the Rake crawling around an hour ago, but it didn’t stick around. No sign of Possum. I’m going to keep staring out the window for a few hours, see if anything comes back.



Valete

Monday, June 27, 2011

Lurking

Saw Possum again last night. It just sat outside of my property. I don’t know where it went. I still haven’t seen Possum in the daytime.

I fully intend to shoot Possum if it starts to act hostile. But for now, I’m just going to observe it from a safe distance. Since there’s a good possibility that Possum is the Rake, I don’t want to piss it off unless it comes after me. So far it’s hung outside the wards.

I got a new pair of binoculars today…I’ll use them tonight.



Valete

Him and…Sekhmet?

Finally got around to posting my dream…
Everything around me was black, empty space. I walked around a little before noticing someone and going over to them. I’m guessing it was Sekhmet, since she was dressed in red. She was…intimidating, to say the least. She’s also difficult to describe accurately. Words don’t really do her justice. She has the head of a lioness, of course. She was about seven feet tall with a red aura, and her jaws were covered in blood. She was facing to the left of me, staring fixedly at something and clutching a spear in her hand. She glanced at me for a second, and then looked back. I turned to see what she was looking at and froze. There was Slendy, standing a little ways away. I hadn’t noticed Him at all.

As soon as I saw him, I tried to wake myself up. I couldn’t do it. I tried to take control of my dream and throw up a brick wall between myself and Him. Nothing happened. I mentally called my totem animals. They didn’t come. He didn’t move at all. As I stared at Him, I noticed that He looked a little blurry, like He wasn’t fully there. Before I could dwell on that fact, He extended His arm at me, almost in an inviting fashion. My eyes widened even further and I ducked behind Sekhmet.

Was that cowardly of me? Perhaps a bit. But have you seen Sekhmet? She could bite your head clean off of your shoulders without even trying. And she was covered in blood. Plus, I had no idea why she was there, as I had never had any contact with her before. Being so close to her was frightening, and I figured she was probably going to eat me. It was still better than having Him abduct me or kill me or whatever He planned on doing.

Instead of eating me, Sekhmet looked at me over her shoulder, and then turned and roared at Him. I felt the sound in my chest, and it echoed in my skull. I flinched and woke up.

I don’t think that was actually Him in my dream. I wasn’t completely paralyzed by fear, and I didn’t go insane when I looked at His (nonexistent) face. Not sure if He was a product of my subconscious, or if He was an illusion produced by Sekhmet (who was definitely real).

Pretty sure the whispering I now hear is Sekhmet and Bastet. I’ve seen Bastet in my dreams twice now. Once when I was ten, and two days after I saw Sekhmet. She seems nice, all smiles and purrs. She’s less likely to kill me than the ‘Lady of Slaughter,’ anyway.



I’ve seen Possum skirting the edge of my property. It’s too far away and moves too fast to get a good look, but it’s definitely Possum.
I can see Possum now. It's been there awhile, sitting near the edge of my property. The grid of Witches Bottles works. Possum isn’t even trying to come onto my property. So far I’ve only seen it at night. Maybe it’s nocturnal?

Friday, June 24, 2011

A Little Bored


I haven’t been feeling that great lately, which explains the lack of posts.

Something large and white scurried across my lawn two nights ago. It was human sized. I didn’t get a good look at it, since it was dark and the thing didn’t stick around. Not jumping to any conclusions here, but I just installed some Witches Bottles around the property. Just in case. It could have been the world’s largest possum. Or a dog. I’m calling it Possum.

I had an unnerving dream which involved two intimidating entities…one I half expected to be there, but the other really surprised me. I’ll eventually type it up. Words don’t really do it justice, but I’ll try.

Ever since that dream I’ve heard whispering. I think I know what’s causing it now, but at first it was pretty unpleasant.

I found out that I should avoid light bulbs when I’m really stressed. They tend to shatter.

Aside from a few exciting incidents, I’ve been a little bored. It’s rained every day here for the past week, and I haven’t had much to do. I suppose I should just shut up and enjoy the down time…


Friday, June 17, 2011

Plants. Everywhere.


This post is evidence of my current condition. If I was not sick, I would be out doing something productive, instead of sitting here writing about my day.

Every once in a while my mother does an odd job at a green house and gets paid in plants. Before going to the greenhouse today, she asked me what kind of plants I wanted. I asked for a flat of Snapdragons and two spearmint plants. She brought me two flats of Snapdragons and five spearmint plants. She also brought me more than nineteen flats of other plants. The owner of the greenhouse apparently had a lot of plants she needed to get rid of.

So now I have…19 times 23…more than 437 plants. I’d say roughly 500 plants, give or take. I lost count. Not quite sure what I’m going to do with them all. I have a big yard, but I already have things planted everywhere. It really doesn’t help that it’s hot and I’m sick.

I now have thirteen plants in my room. The rest can wait.

Sick


Not feeling so great. I caught something from an extremely inconsiderate and annoying visiting relative. If this cough gets any worse I’m going to toss said relative into a nearby lake.

Now I feel like I’m about to cough up a lung. Lovely.

Don’t feel like writing anymore. My increasingly short attention span is getting the better of me.

…the fish amuse me. I shall get rid of the fish when they no longer do so.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Watch Out For That First Step…

Yesterday was not a good day. My toaster exploded in my face, I lost my favorite pair of sunglasses, I couldn’t get on to the internet, and some jackass tried to murder me.

After my toaster malfunctioned and nearly blinded me with shrapnel, I decided to go for a walk. There’s a park within fifteen minutes of my house with trails around a lake that I really like, so I went there. Being a paranoid individual (its not paranoia if people are actually out to get you), I had my knife, phone, and can of police-strength pepper spray clipped on my jacket. I would have had my stungun too, but I’m afraid it’ll put me in a coma or stop my heart if I touch it. Dang, another missed opportunity to zap someone.

I was about halfway through the trail when I came to a bench overlooking the lake. I tossed my jacket on the bench (stupid stupid stupid), walked closer to the lake, and peered down the bank. I was about 20 feet or so above the lake, and there really isn’t a safe way down to the water from the top of the cliff. It’s a nice view.

Done staring at the lake, I went to retrieve my jacket. I had only taken a few steps when I got a horrible feeling. A second later I heard something crashing through the brush. I managed to get a little closer to my jacket and weapons before he burst onto the path. He was taller than me (everyone is taller than me), with dark hair and dark eyes. He didn’t look that old, early 20s at the most. I dropped into a fighting stance, and he grinned. He then did the worst possible thing he could do; he tackled me to the ground.


That poor bastard.


I have not taken a self-defense or hand-to-hand combat class in my life. But, when you spend the majority of your life surrounded by a bunch of college wrestlers-turned-bricklayers whose idea of fun is beating the living hell out of each other, you pick up a few things. Plus, I’ve always been a big fan of mixed martial arts. Especially Muay Thai, which didn’t really help me in this fight. But I digress.

I landed on my back with him on top of me. I’ll admit it was uncomfortable, but he was in my guard, so it was worth it. Since he was in my guard, he couldn’t do much except move his hands. I caught and trapped one of his hands, and he still tried to strangle me. I quickly dissuaded him of that notion by punching him in the head. Repeatedly. He seemed stunned, so I took my thumb and pressed it into the pressure point behind his ear (I believe it’s called the Dokko pressure point. I don’t recommend it unless you don’t care about what happens to your opponent). He went limp for five seconds, and then struggled to get off me. I happily let him up. He staggered to his feet and stared at me furiously. His forehead and nose were bleeding. He wiped at his nose and hunched over and acted like he wanted to attack me again. Noticing how low his head now was, I rocked backwards and brought both feet up and kicked him in the jaw. I heard a sharp crack followed by a startled yelp.

I scrambled to my feet, ready for round two, and he was…gone? I stared for a moment, and then looked over the edge of the cliff. There he was, clinging to the side of the impossible to climb bank. I stared at him in silence. He regained some of his senses and looked up at me. I grinned viciously and gave a little wave. He glared weakly at me. I snorted and kicked some sand down on him, then walked over to my jacket and called the police.

I don’t really have much faith in the police, as they have let me down so many times in the past, but I wasn’t going to leave him there. There was a chance that he would manage to swim to the other side of the small lake and recover. If he did, there was nothing to stop him from attempting to murder someone else. If it was a big lake, I’d leave his ass there to drown. I’m not a very forgiving person.

So the police showed up, and I told them that he attacked me. Apparently the guy had a warrant out for his arrest, so I didn’t really have to do anything. They got a boat and hauled him back to shore, and I stretched and continued on my walk.

This little fight would have been fun if he hadn’t been trying to kill me (or worse). I’m a little sore, and my back is bruised from when I hit the ground, but I’m otherwise unharmed. I’ll be more careful from now on. I would really like to get one of those butterfly knives. Or a switchblade. Perhaps I’ll carry one of my throwing knives and keep it strapped to my arm. I need to find out where I can take a Muay Thai class…

I’m not really shaken by the incident, just mad. I’m more worried about my missing sunglasses. Where the hell did they go?

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

No One Listens Anymore

There are many interpretations of the word “cute.”

For example: Some guy thought it would be cute if he threw one of my sandals off a bridge. I did not find it cute.

Another example: I thought it would be cute to throw the guy off the bridge. He did not find it cute.




…?


What?


Don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t that far of a fall. He was fine! And he was nice enough to retrieve my sandal as it floated past his head. See? Everything worked out nicely.


Jeez.


So, I’m feeling a little better. Still tired though. And not in the best of moods. Heheh.
I went out and found some houseplants. Hopefully those will help even my energy out a little. For now I’ll just stay in the house…away from stupid people…

...he was totally asking for it. He was twice my size. He should have been able to defend himself. I even warned him. I said, "If you throw my sandal I will chuck you off this damn bridge."


No one listens anymore.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Tired

So damn tired.

Spent most of yesterday curled up underneath a basswood tree, sound asleep. I went to bed at eleven last night and woke up at nine thirty this morning. I managed to stay awake for about an hour before going back to sleep until three. I preferred it when I was full of energy.

Only destroyed one light bulb in the past few days. That’s mostly because I’ve stopped replacing them. It’s quite dark in here.

I have to constantly charge my phone, and I get headaches often, but it’s not so bad. Inconvenient yes, but I’m not loosing my mind or dying, so it’s all good. Trees are helpful. Very calming.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Accidental Mayhem

Shady is home, Mystery has reappeared, and I got someone (coworker) fired. Well, it wasn’t my fault entirely, I just sent him off the deep end. It’s not my fault he preemptively distrusted me. I didn’t do anything, and I actually liked the guy. *sigh* Jeez, he was replaced very quickly.

Newly awaken physic-ness is driving me up the damn wall. I just want to sit still for five minutes, but nooo, I gotta get up and run three*&$#$%&*$%^&# miles just to get myself to stop jittering. People must think I’m crazy. “Mommy, why is that person running around laughing hysterically?” “Just ignore her sweetie. She’s obviously not quite right in the head.” Though I must say, out-running bicyclers is fun. I’m eventually going to be labeled ADD by someone. I did find a shiny washer on the ground today. I totally kept it.

Shiny.


Oh, the mayhem I have caused. Breaking light bulbs, killing lamps, draining innocent bystander’s phone batteries. I drained my own phone battery too. Sitting in a dark room seems to be the only way to avoid causing too much mayhem. I haven’t killed my air conditioner yet. Good. It’s 90 degrees outside, and the second floors in old farm houses are not renowned for their coolness in the summertime.

Sorry, acting nuts here. This excess energy is making my thoughts erratic.



Still sick of the latin.




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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Energetically Exhausted

Apparently whatever physic abilities I posses have suddenly decided to switch themselves on full-blast, for reasons unknown. Unfortunately, this means that electronical devises are now behaving strangely in my presence. I’m relatively certain that I’m draining power from every light bulb in the house, since they flicker/dim every time I get too close or spend too much time around them. I’ve always been a little clairvoyant, and occasionally I’ll get a vision or a feeling the split second before something horrible happens, but I’ve never affected lights before. I blame my mother. I received whatever abilities I have from her.

Ever since the flicky lights started I’ve been full of energy. It’s like a constant caffeine high. Today I ran across about 33 acres without breaking a sweat. Which is cool, but strange, since I was not capable of that three days ago. As an unfortunate side affect, I’m jittery as hell. Sitting a dark room seems to help with that. I really have no choice but to sit in the dark, as I have not yet been able to remove the remains of the light bulb from my lamp.

I got some test scores back today. Though it goes against popular belief, I am apparently not an idiot. The colorful piece of paper says I’m fairly intelligent. Huh. Who’d have thought? Not I, not I.

Shady’s still running, Mystery’s still missing, and now that damn Seer in Shadows

For now, I’m off to bed. I hope I don’t fry my air conditioner…




No. No latin. I’m sick and freaking tired of latin.



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