Building 8 “The Dead World”
“I don't know how I got here...I've kept a record of how long it has been. It has been three weeks...Probably a month... Didn't keep a record at first...Hard to tell time...It is always foggy...
There is no one else here... I am completely alone...I don't need to eat...no need to sleep...skin is blackening...I want to go home...No life left...I need to bring more here...No longer alone...
It travels...those that can...escape...
Can't be stopped...just ran from...
Temporarily...
It always finds...ones that got away...No matter what time...No matter...the dimension...no escaping...
The Consumer...of Reality...”
I received this when listening to a receiver in my basement. Becoming fascinated with space.
Signals.
I have never found anything. Not until today.
They seemed genuinely alone. Frustrated almost. I felt so tired afterwards. I don't like to think about the dreams I had.
Makes my head hurt...
Margaret is at her parents still. We talk every night. She hasn't told me when she is coming back. I stopped asking. It seemed to be annoying her.
Not sure what to do to keep her around. Usually turns out fine.
Need to focus on finding him.
Loyd is getting bigger. Must be all the hunting he has been doing. Keeps bringing dead things to the back door. Slimy, oily things. They don't look natural, but they don't seem to hurt him. I weighed him yesterday. He has gained five pounds. Doesn't seem like he is getting fat...just bigger.
The things he brings smell like battery acid and something else. Had to buy chemical bags. Corpses kept burning through the other ones.
Went over to my neighbor’s house. The one with the messed-up face. I have to give his wife credit. She keeps flowers all over the house. Really pungent, but nice. Maybe I should get a plant. Supposed to be good for you somehow.
Has a nice downstairs area. Pool table. Bar. I intended to do something with our basement. I have gotten distracted by things lately.
Nice bar. Old stools. Says he grabbed them from an estate sale. We sat around. Played pool.
Drank. I think I drank too much.
I’ve been drinking too much.
Lights flicker a lot in his house. Says the wiring is crap. Don't remember the previous owner having that problem.
We weren't really close.
Tried to bring Loyd with. Loyd threw a fit. Started
hissing and clawing at them. Scratched the kid. I thought he got her good, but didn't seem to bleed. Had to drop him off at home.
They were understanding...
Good cooking. Wide says she is on a diet. The man said he already ate. That was fine.
Haven't talked about therapy in a while. I don't think I have gone in months.
Losing track of things. Just focused on him.
The Surgeon.
Work called. Said I needed to come in.
Long shift. No one talked about him. Tried to start a conversation. No one wanted to talk. I used to be good at this.
Been years. Lots of...changes.
They ask about Margaret. Don't like to tell them when she is at her parents. Been four days. Starting to feel weird. Been too long. They give me looks. Stupid looks. Like they are judging. See something I don't want to see.
What the hell do they know.
She will come back. Always does.
One way or another.
