Keys

The dream came suddenly and my senses were jarred by the switch from black nothingness to waves of heat and a rancid smell.  I was barefoot on hot, rocky ground, and the sky was full of ash – I felt hot cinders bounce off my skin.  There were hints of high, discordant piping noises carried on the wind as it blew across my face, the sound making my skin crawl.

I walked towards a shadow, wavering in the heat, just at the edge of my vision.  I kept walking closer, but the shadow didn’t seem to be getting closer, it kept wavering just at the edge.   I walked and walked, the piping making my head hurt, the hot wind drying and stinging my eyes… Continue reading

New Trap Cam footage… but the trap cam was destroyed

It was early morning and I awoke from a dark, swirling dream of half-formed figures and terrifying sounds.  I awoke to a shrieking in the real world, a horrible, shrill sound that split the quiet of the pre-dawn morning.  My neighbor heard it – he was out getting the paper, I think – and was knocking on my door, asking if everything was all right.  I told him it was the tea kettle, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.  It didn’t sound anything like a tea kettle, but what else could I say?

Once I got rid of him I ran down to the basement where the shriek came from; I saw the camera first – it was smashed, in several pieces.  It looked like it was stepped on somehow, but by what I have no idea.  The rat trap was sprung and there was that horrible smelling green slime all over the place, there were boxes knocked over – something had happened, clearly, but I wasn’t sure what.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to know – I’m still not.

I thought the video chip in the camera was broken, but I was finally able to get it out of the camera and with a little fiddling, I got the video imported to my computer.  It breaks up at the end, but you can see something when it falls… something hairy and possibly covered with that slime, it’s hard to make out.  It isn’t a rat though – I’ve long given up on the idea that it’s rats in my walls…

Things are quiet, but not quiet

Things have been quiet, mostly – calm before the storm, perhaps.  I think it tries to convince me that I’m crazy, that I’m losing my mind – enough days without an… incident, and I start to think maybe it’s all in my head, maybe I’m making it all up.  I know it isn’t true, though – I know it’s all there.  I have the pictures, and the videos, and this blog… it catalogs everything, that’s why I do it. There are things here, in the blog, that I don’t really remember now -that is troubling, that I wrote things, took video of things and don’t remember them.   So much has happened though – it’s easy to understand why my memory would be a little off in places, right?

Something did happen, in the basement.  There was a shrieking, like a terrible shrieking sound early in the morning.  My neighbor heard it, came to knock on my door to see what was wrong – see, it isn’t just me.    I had to lie, I told him it was my old tea-kettle, but he wasn’t convinced – he was looking around my house, I could see his eyes, his judgement.  We used to be friends, Dave and I.  He always used to borrow my long ladder when he was putting up his Christmas lights.  He doesn’t look at me the same way now, though – not since it all started.  I can see it in his eyes, the fear of me.  He probably thinks it’s drugs – isn’t that what they always think?

Once he was gone I raced to the basement, but whatever happened was long over.  The big trap was sprung, but not damaged.  The trap cam on the other hand – that was damaged pretty heavily, it looks like maybe someone stepped on it?  And there was more of that green slime around the place.  I’m trying to recover the memory card from the camera now, but it’s jammed in there.  I’ll post whatever I find once I get it out, assuming the chip isn’t damaged and the video data is still intact.

The nights are getting longer, darkness encroaching into the realm of day, and I feel things in the shadows growing stronger.  I hear them whisper, hear the discordant piping.

Late Summer Heat…

It’s hard to keep my thoughts in order, things get so jumbled.  I found myself walking today, around College Hill..  I’m not sure how I got there, to be honest.  As I said – things get jumbled, confused.

I was walking and I know it was hot – a hot, humid day in the city, my skin clammy with sweat and prickling from the heat.  There was almost no breeze, I remember that.  I suddenly found myself in a deep shadow and stared up to see a huge brick tower, one of the great landmarks of Brown University.

Clocktower

Clocktower

I stood there, in that shadow.  I felt beads of sweat condense and roll down my back, icy cold in the heat.  I just stood there, I don’t know how long I stood there, but at some point…   I made it home just before dark, drenched in sweat and so thirsty I drank right from the faucet until I was lightheaded.  I know there are missing hours – like I said, I get confused sometimes, my thoughts get jumbled.

There was something about that tower.  It reminded me of something, but I just can’t remember what.  It’s so very hot out there…

Nothing in the trap yet, but other things are out there in Providence

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

Build a Better Mousetrap….

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

A big trap – drill and pliers for scale

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The Man from the Dream

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