Saturday, April 30, 2011

I'm Okay

Malkin here, everything's alright on my end. I know I may have seemed a little....happy...during my last post. Look, don't get me wrong, I was scared out of my mind seeing that faceless demon just standing there outside my window. It doesn't help that mine and Chastin's apartment is on the third floor...
Anyway, the joking is just a coping mechanism. I always do it, even when I'm scared of like a movie or something silly like that. The truth is that I wanted to run away screaming, but something told me that wouldn't help. I don't know how to explain it, but, even though He never said a word to me, (I mean, how could he?) I could just feel His intent radiating off of Him. It wasn't anger I felt from Him, but some mix of curiosity and...dare I say...glee? Its like He enjoys the thrill He must get from stalking His pray. I knew He wanted Chastin because He "told" me. But, I don't even know what that thing is, much less why it would want my Chastin...
After I left off, I basically had a staring contest with Him for about a half an hour or so, desperately trying not to look afraid even though I was shaking like a wimpy little leaf (which I totally am but that's beside the point). Suddenly, He looks away from me and toward the door. I look away too, and when I look back at the window again He's gone. I leave my room to find Chastin dripping wet and clutching his arm. Of course, I freak out since I was so worried about him. I mean, how could I not have been when I knew that some faceless abomination had it out for him? I got him to dry off and let me look at his arm, which, to my great chagrin, turned out to have this huge, angry red mark wrapping around it from his shoulder to his wrist. It looked like he had been mauled by an octopus or something. Well, I'm sure you can see where I'm going with that little joke...

That faceless creature attacked Chastin, who doesn't remember anything, but I know I'm right.

What does He want? ...and how can we stop this nightmare?

Oh, and after that Chastin fainted. Wasn't that gentlemanly of him...leaving me all alone.

That creature better not come back or I'll probably end up throwing things at him like a crazy person...

Friday, April 29, 2011

Getting Home

I don't remember much after my first physical encounter with Him, but I do remember walking home to my apartment.
I was holding my arm and sluggishly walking down the uneven sidewalk. I took deep, heavy breathes. My eyes were tearing up from the pain in my arm. I didn't seem to care that it was blurring my vision, I just wanted to get home.
My mouth was dry, as I tried wetting my lips. I looked around me, I kept feeling like He was still there, following me or something. Even though all I had remembered last was tasting the pavement. Of course the rain decided to come, though it was relaxing. The drops slowly came down in a chill and soon consumed my surroundings. It soon blended in with my tears as I got to my apartment door.
I let go of my shoulder as I fumbled my pockets for my keys, but found none. I turned the door knob to find it open. Relieved I pushed the door open with my bad arm, not thinking. The pain struck through my arm as His face flashed into my thoughts...
I stood there for a bit with the door open in front of me as I questioned if I was sane.
For someone who had just had a couple hours knocked out of their memory, and almost killed by something unexplainable, I seemed to be doing okay.
I wondered if I was really alive or just living a bad dream...
A cold burst of wind woke me form the thought process, and I entered the dark apartment.

Still wondering what happened earlier...

Thursday, April 28, 2011


He's outside.


Always watching me with eyes like hellfire.

Except...He has no face...when I look upon Him I can't see eyes, but I can feel them burning me.
But its not me He wants...I can feel that he wants Chastin. But, Chastin isn't here right now. Sorry, tall, dark, and skinny but you'll just have to come back another time. Perhaps I could make you an appointment?

Why won't He leave? Oh, Chastin, won't you come back already?

I am utterly alone, and not even Chastin is here to drive away that faceless horror lurking in the shadows.

Where are you when I need you most?

Oh, look, it appears the tall and handsome gentleman in the dashing business suit outside my window has tentacles. Truly the world is full of wonders beyond belief!

I just gave that handsome gentleman a little bow and...oh, he tilted his head at a ninety degree angle. That's just lovely.

I think He likes me. I bet Chas would be jealous...

Monday, April 25, 2011

Jumping In

I remember wrapping the back side of my body against the cold brick of a building.
I remember grasping for breath like there wasn't enough to live...
The sweat that came down my forehead felt like ice, but it was the least of my worries. He, was there. I didn't know where but I knew He was close. He was after me, and He wasn't happy.
My attempts of getting rid of Him were futile, it only made things worse.
My nails scraped up against the brick, feeling the scratch against my fingers. I didn't know where to go, what to do. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe it was all real... But when the city lamp ten yards away from me turned off slowly, I knew I had to do something. Yet, when I pushed off from the brick wall in a desperate attempt to turn and run, I was too late.
My face met suit button. Only then did I realize how badly I was sweating...
Then my heart stopped.
Things started happening so fast, that I went into instant survival mode. My body kicked away from His, ducking under his torso. I was shoved back against the brick wall, but was able to release myself, I don't know how but I didn't care. I swung under His arm and bolted off down the street. I could hear heavy feet moving around behind me, but my heart started working again with it's beats blocking my hearing.
Then it felt like the ground caved from under me. I fell to the blackness of the pavement, landing with no cushion, scraping my face against the gravel.
Half of me just wanted to lay there and just let what was to happen, happen.
I felt Him closer.
I shut my eyes, clenching all my face muscles.

Not breathing.


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

This is only the beginning...

I used to be, how do you say...a non believer? Things that were "scary" didn't frighten me. Scary movies were comedies and fear wasn't an emotion.
I never believed fictional stories, or characters to be exact.

Not until I was introduced to the story of Him. I though it was all just a spoof, something that couldn't be explained, turned into something I can't seem to forget. Then I got in, not in a good way. I don't think I have ever feared something that isn't there, that feeds off fear, that carries you to insanity, that is so real...

And no way to get out of it...

Just the eternal fear of Him.