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.
The moon is up, I can see it between the buildings as I walk through downtown, Empire Street. Lots of people out tonight, taking in the summer night. They just walk along, laughing, smiling, talking on their phones, living their lives. They can’t see what’s out there, the darkness between the cracks, The moonlight sheds a cold light across the city.
Night falls in Providence
The traps haven’t been working – they’re still moving around sometimes, but I haven’t caught anything, and I haven’t had another ‘incident’ like the other night… I still hear the scratching, and the whispers… movement behind the walls, under the floors. It’s worse at night – everything is worse at night. That’s why I’m out here, walking through the moonlit streets, searching for peace. Searching for answers.
I know the answers are out there. I’ve seen them in the books… heard them in the whispers. Sometimes I’m just afraid I’ll actually find them.
As the scratching in the walls continues, I’ve been trying to set traps to catch the mice or rats that have invaded my home. First, I tried those glue traps, the ones that stick to the mice and trap them. All of those traps disappeared somehow – I have no idea where they went, I assume mice or rats got stuck to them and dragged them off. After that I bought some real traps, the metal spring kind. I set a few with peanut butter as bait – mice love peanut butter right? I set a few around the areas with the loudest scratching noises, and waited – I was assuming I would catch a few mice, confirm the infestation. Continue reading
The scratching behind my walls hasn’t stopped – I hear it all the time now… It must be mice, but how many are there? There must be so many, to make so much noise. I can’t afford an exterminator, and I don’t want strangers in the house anyway.
I bought some of those sticky mouse traps and set them around some of the loudest areas of the house, where the scratching was most prevalent. I put out two traps the first night and they disappeared without a trace. I assume the mice got partially stuck on them and dragged them away, but I thought I would have found them by now. I put out another two and tacked them to the floor, but they’re gone now too. Today I went out and picked up some ‘real’ traps, the wire kind – they should do the trick. I’m going to set them all out tonight and hope I catch something… Mice, I mean – I hope I catch mice.
Pulling out the big guns…
When did it start, a week ago? It seems that way, a week or so I guess. Scratching. A constant scratching sound coming from the walls, the floors, everywhere… It’s constant, I hear it all the time now, scratching… scratching… scratching… day and night…. scratching….
I’m going to get traps, to see if I can catch it… whatever it is.
The thick blankets of dirty grey snow are finally receded, revealing the streets of Providence glistening with dirty melt water and gritty with sand. I walked along today under the heavy grey skies, Easter Sunday, with churchgoers milling about church parking lots and posing outside the First Baptist in their finest clothes. They eyed me warily as I walked by, unshaven with jeans I’m sure I haven’t washed in a week or more, my brown ‘Miskatonic University’ hoodie torn in several places – I don’t remember how that happened, or when. They don’t trust me; probably even fear me, these upright citizens of Providence… I find that amusing, knowing the things I know, seeing the things I’ve seen. The things that exist in the darkest corners and underneath the ancient floorboards of this cursed city.