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Behind Locked Doors

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2011 by aaronsummac

Everything is going wrong. Dreaming again, waking with the dream on my mind. I’m worried people will start to notice. I’m worried Blake won’t come home.

I have to keep the door locked while he’s gone. Draw the drapes, lock the doors, keep the light off. If there is no light, then I don’t have to see what I’m sharing space with. If anything’s here, I don’t have to see it. I don’t want to see it.

Like the Water Dream, every thing about this makes me want to vomit. I heard a truck rumble past the apartment, and I think it’s thunder and I taste the water in my mouth. I can taste it, heavy and metallic and rank; I feel like I’m drowning in it even though rationally I know I’m awake, I’m in my home, I’m dry and safe.

God I hope he comes home soon.

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‘Communication’ and Other Stupid Arguments

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on January 5, 2011 by aaronsummac

I very much doubt that a great number of people are reading this blog. To be honest, I hope they aren’t — the fewer people reading, the smaller the chance of one of my coworkers or my employers recognizing my writing style and me having an Embarrassing Conversation Involving Lies and Deception.

However, I took the time to read over the few conversations I have had with the few readers who do take the time to comment, and I have realized that  I am indeed behaving in a very unpleasant manner. Or rather, Blake shoved the fact in my face, and I was forced to accept that this is true. And so, readers, I apologize. I am not usually such a jerk. I am simply – and, I hope, understandably- under a lot of stress. Between trying to keep my job and my sanity – and I teach, which isn’t a job conducive to sanity, actually – I feel… stretched thin. So again, I apologize for being so terse.

On a similar vein: I have done my best to steer clear of  Tumblr for the last few days, and in particular, I am steering clear of Oohthethingsiveseen (I call her the Bitch, but evidently she calls herself Eve). However, Blake has been keeping track of her posts (hence the sudden knowledge of name) and that was the beginning of our latest rash of arguments. He thinks we should try meeting with her to talk. I disagree. Vehemently.

Blake and I are not usually an arguing couple. It doesn’t come to us naturally. So I will just say that I resent being put in a position where arguing seems to become the norm. However, some how the Bitch has gotten our phone number, and she was actually trying to call our home for a while. She even left messages on the answering machine, which would be posted on youtube, except I’m lazy and can’t figure out how.

She says He is coming back ‘around our way’. I know He is, and I don’t need to risk contusion to know more. In fact, I am almost positive that her only motivation for wanting us to meet up and ‘communicate’ with her is for her to have the opportunity to corner us and keep us tripped up – or knocked out – until He gets ‘around to us’.

 

I’ve lived this long without a true face-to-face with Him. I’m not letting her change that.

YouTube-ing, Because There Isn’t Enough of This Crap There Already

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2010 by aaronsummac

So, Merry Christmas to you five people who keep up with this blog. Blake and I were out of town for the better part of the holiday, and returned home Sunday afternoon in generally good spirits.

And those spirits remain, despite the recent developments. Blake went into our office and found something new. Well, the return of something old, but it may as well have been new. Truth be told, I kind of expected this. I happened to read oohthethingsiveseen’s tumblr message the day before we left, and I assumed she meant to leave us some kind of message. The return of Blake’s flashdrive, I must admit, was not my anticipated method of communication.

Long story short, she deleted all his files except for some pictures he took of me and the park near our apartment, and added a new one. After some consideration, I played the audio file, entitled CHRISTMASPRESENT.wav. I would have posted it directly here, but WordPress insists that I waste my money to do so, and thus, Blake and I now have a YouTube Account.  Here is the message:

If you can’t see the video, here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-7eh9Ckjsw.

For whatever reason, the Bitch seems to think we’d be home for Christmas, which at least gives me the relief of knowing she can’t have been watching us for long, or spying on us very well as of late.

Still, it gives one something to ponder.

Good News

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 7, 2010 by blakecalhoune

First of all: Aaron and I don’t have a dog. I have no idea what that crazy bastard is talking about. The complex we live in doesn’t allow pets over ten pounds, and then they charge an extra fee for the pet, so we’ve never gotten one. So even if we had a dog, it would be a chihuahua-sized runt, and if he got his ass kicked by a chihuahua… well, then we have absolutely nothing to be afraid of.

Secondly: I would never shave an animal.

And finally: Aaron says he’s willing to start posting again, soon. So that’s really all I have to say tonight, except I’m glad to hear that ‘youknowme/oohthethingsiveseen’ got his ass handed to him by an imaginary animal. More power to you, Shaved Phantom Dog.

Kinda Freaked Out

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on November 4, 2010 by blakecalhoune

I spoke with Aaron after ‘Wenders’ commented my last post. He…

Okay, first, let me tell you the deal with Aaron. He wanted me to drop this whole thing, and after the hospital trip, I said I would. I told you all that. But when the USB drive disappeared, he started getting twitchy about it again. He said he knew it had ‘something to do with that bitch’.

‘That bitch’ I assumed to be our Slenderfriend. I asked, and he tensed and said, ‘not quite’.

Other than that, I can’t get a word out of him about what he thinks is going on, though he’s back in the habit of sitting up late at night. I think he’s waiting.

So I showed him the comment from ‘Wenders’

(and it’s okay that you can’t or won’t tell us who you are. I just hope you’re not another jerkass)

and he clicked the link and just stared at the Tumblr page we were linked to, before pushing away from the computer and stalking back to the living room. I have made a Tumblr account, thinking to comment — I have almost left a question on oohthethingsiveseen’s page twice now — but somehow I just can’t bring myself to do it. I have to admit, I’m kind of scared too. This guy claims to have been in our house, and I honestly don’t want to provoke him.

But at the same time, the guy seems to be such a flake. I can’t be sure that he didn’t just happen upon our blog and decide it would be fun to mess with us. He puts random words into caps (though sometimes the caps turn into little phrases that might be intentional, I have no idea) and seems to thrive and messing with yet another crazy guy on Tumblr.

Does anyone have any advice?