I’ve been away from the website for a bit, for a number of reasons, the foremost of which is the fact that I just wanted a few days of calm, ‘holiday spirit’ with friends and family, without thinking about all the mad things out there. They problem is that, once you know about all these dark secrets, you realize you can’t ever stop thinking about them; they are always there now, gnawing at the corners of my mind, and they are taking a toll physically – it was mentioned more than once how I look ‘unwell’ in some way; Wendy has been telling people I’m just getting over a particularly nasty flu.
We were at a Christmas Eve party on Tuesday, drinking wine and talking about whatever random things people talk about at awkward family parties. I was staring out the front window at the house across the street and I think I was getting somewhat mesmerized by the twinkling Christmas lights – they seemed to start swirling and fading in and out, reminding me of some dark forgotten dream, and I heard a strange sound, like some kind of bizarre flute or piping sound. I didn’t realize I was the only one hearing it at first and even asked about it, causing a few awkward stares and some jokes about how many glasses of Merlot I had finished. I just laughed it off and said it must have been a cell phone or something, but no telephone ring tone could match such an awful and discordant tone.
Things have started happening again in the house, too – nothing like what was going on a few weeks ago, but Wendy and I are both seeing things – items moved or missing, or hearing what sounds like a door or drawer open or close. The dreams are still bizarre and surreal, visions of a vast and terrifying nothingness and figures that defy any kind of rational description. There’s a ‘wrongness’ to it that’s hard to describe.