Day Twenty Five

Today was my lovely companion's birthday, and so the day was spent in theirs and several others' fellowship.  It was quite enjoyable, to say the least.  Aside from that, the only other notable occurrence was the appearance of that same homeless man from many days prior - the one who gave me the insane writings.  No words were exchanged between he and I, and so the encounter was less than notable.

Day Twenty Four

I, again, awoke at noon, much to my chagrin; I tend to prefer an earlier start to my day.  Either way, that strange pale man was once again crawling through the forest behind the house.  Perhaps it was, instead, a different being entirely, but it appeared as pale as before, so it is a safe assumption that this one was the same as the one from days prior.  It does not vex me, though, as he shows no intention of coming anywhere near the house.

What was vexing, however, was the return of that vague sense of paranoia that I have previously experienced; I can't explain it without conjuring up wild and insane theories about eldritch beings which control the minds of men from dark and lonely places, and so, lacking a plausible explanation, it is to remain a pervasive mystery.

Not much else happened this day, as no other queer beings crossed my path today.

Day Twenty Three

Once again, I failed to awaken at the usual time, instead waking up closer to noon.  The early hours of the afternoon were spent in quiet seclusion, as the new year began to settle in. Early into the evening I was visited by my lovely companion for several hours, sharing a meal and enjoying each other's company.

Going to and from dinner, I noticed a dark-robed man wearing a strange sort of mask which looked like a beak of a peculiar sort.  He was near a pet store, though, so perhaps he was a queer mascot of some sort.

Day Twenty Two

Perhaps fittingly, since today was, of course, the first of a new year, I was unable to wake up at a reasonable time this morning, slumbering until roughly noon.  Again, perhaps fittingly, nothing of any importance was done today; the biggest achievement of the day was my listening to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Since I failed to leave the house, I had no encounters with anyone, sinister or otherwise, other than my family, nor did I experience any sort of paranoia or sickness.

Day Twenty One

The day started late, with me waking up at 11:00 to a warm shower and left-overs from the night before.  Of course, it was New Year's Eve, so I knew that I was to travel the distance to my fetching companion, but I was more wary than usual while driving; drunkards on the roads and whatnot.  I was lucky enough to come across exactly none, but I did notice the homeless, blind man from several days prior, idly chatting with some pedestrian, though, on reflection, I don't recall anything about him or their conversation. I was busy driving, though, so that's probably why.

The evening was, of course, delightful, despite my lacking memory.  However, this time I saw not one, but two sinister black dogs.  The first was Trevor, I recognised, and the second I decided to call Steve, and I mused on the adventures of those two ebon hounds.

Day Twenty

The day started at the typical 10:00 in the morning.  An hour and a half later, I journeyed once again to the home of my lovely companion, then together we adventured around town for several hours, returning to their abode early into the evening.  Staying well into the night, we greatly enjoyed each other's company whilst we were together.

Once again, I beheld the slender form of that sinister businessman, as well as that subtly threatening black dog.  However, my nearly constant exposure to those unsettling entities has rendered me desensitised to their eldritch presences.

Day Nineteen

The day started at 11:00, though no strange apparitions were present anywhere. Instead, I acquired the absolutely stellar Ride to Hell: Retribution and played that for a while.