I haven’t had any action on the new trap – nothing on the cameras and the trap hasn’t moved. I still hear scratching behind the walls every day, especially in the kitchen and in the upstairs hallway.. I don’t know what it is but I hope the new trap will take care of it.
I’ve been spending more time outside the house, not just because of the warm Summer weather, but also to escape the scratching and the general feelings of malevolence that seem to permeate my house at times. It seems that just leaving the house isn’t easing my mind any more, though; even out on my restorative walks I am still plagued by… things. Continue reading
The scratching noises behind the walls and under my floors have been going on for what seems like months. Traps have not helped – in fact, I believe my traps may have made things worse somehow… but I am still tormented by these noises, the constant scratch scratch scratch… I need to do something about it, and I think I have a plan on how to eliminate… whatever it is that torments me.
The traps I have been using are much too small, I know that now after seeing the trap camera video from the other day. To remedy that, I stopped at the hardware store today and bought a package of the biggest vermin traps they have – this trap is huge, and the spring loaded arm is VERY powerful.
A big trap – drill and pliers for scale
Sleep has been fleeting as of late – the infernal scratching and other noises keep waking me up, or else dark dreams disturb my restless mind. That’s why last night was such a strange and, dare I say, welcomed change. I fell asleep early, dozing on the couch almost before darkness fell, then roused myself enough to climb up the stairs and drop into bed. I didn’t perform any of my typical nightly rituals or invoke my standard charms, yet I still slept deeply and, instead of the dark twisted dreams that typically haunt my nights, I recall simpler and calmer imaginings.
In the dream I found myself walking down Benefit street on a sunlit afternoon. The street was filled with people, but they were dressed strangely, in very formal clothes that seemed more appropriate to a previous century, with high necked dresses on the women and formal suits and hats on the gentlemen. It was a cheerful scene and, as I walked along the tree-lined streets I found myself feeling more at ease than I had felt in months. Continue reading
I’m still plagued by the incessant scratching noises coming from my walls… I’ve tried using traps, putting them out in different places, using different baits… sometimes nothing at all happens, the trap stays there for days, untouched. Sometimes the traps are moved. Sometimes they’re destroyed. But in all these weeks, I’ve never actually caught anything – the only thing left behind has been green slime and a terrible odor. I decided to try something different, just to understand what I was dealing with… Now I wish I hadn’t. God, I wish I hadn’t.
I bought a night vision camera, an infrared model I could plug in and set to record all night, watching a mousetrap. I set it up near one of the traps and let it record, then I’d review the footage every day. For four days nothing at all happened – the trap remained untouched and the footage was clear. Then, this morning, the trap was gone and there was more of that green slime and that foul smell. I checked the camera right away and… I don’t know what it is; I can hear it, the green slime drips like, like drool… and then whatever it is obscures the camera and takes the trap. Continue reading
I was walking downtown, just wandering like I’ve been doing more and more. So much on my mind, so much going on, things I don’t understand, things I don’t want to understand.
I heard the bells of the church chiming – one of the old churches so common here in Providence. I looked at my phone and saw it was 5:17 – not time for churchbells. I listened again and they were ringing, but distant – there was an echo to them, a strange quality like I was hearing them through some kind of distortion…
Sometimes I’m not sure if what I’m seeing and hearing is real or imagined or a combination of both. They told us, back in group… told us about reality, about how to tell if the things we see and hear are real or imagined. The problem is that, some of the things, these things I see and hear… they’re both real and imagined… I mean, they can’t be real, but I can touch them, or record them, or feel them breathing on me when the darkness in my bedroom is so complete that even the streetlights won’t penetrate it.