Log Date 2.14

by schmeepser

Log Date 2.14.09

This is ██████. In light of some rather... interesting neighborhood happenings, I've decided to keep a journal of anomalous events I witness in the coming months. Strange things have been occurring here in █████ ██. I'd like to get to the root of this.

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I think I ought to provide some context. Today is February 14, 2008. Saint Valentine's day. See, it is most commonly seen as a day of love, right? That's a lie. Valentine's day was made up by Hallmark to sell more produce. The history behind the day is rather dark. First and foremost, February 14, 1349, over 2,000 Jewish citizens of Straussberg, Alsace were burnt alive by their Christian neighbors. They thought that Jewish people caused the plague. Clearly they didn't because, see, everyone ended up dead.

Then, in 1929, several Chicago gang members were brutally murdered via submachine gun in Lincoln Park, Chicago, IL. I don't know much about that one.

Anyways. Back to the present.

My next- door neighbors have a child, maybe 6- ish years old? The ████ family. Nice people. Anyways, last year, the child started having nightmares. Bad ones. He thought there was something in his room. Someone in his room. Mind you, this is just about around February 14th. I didn't think much of it. But this year, it happened again. Not only the kid. There are some boys across the street, they were home alone a couple of days ago. A fire started. Both kids made it out alive, but both of them saw something in the fire. A man. Big, twisty neck, they said. Real scary.

But it's just their imagination, right? They're kids. Kids see stuff, make up things. I didn't think much of it. Poor family though, lost a house to a gas- line rupture. At least that's what the report says. But yesterday...

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Yesterday, I was walking my dog around the ██████ area. There was a thing in a trash can. Looked like a man. He was rummaging through the stuffs. I just kept walking, you know? But he looked up and had a real long neck. Reeal long. And then he shuffled away.

There was black stuffs left behind him. Wasn't the best-smelling stuffs, either. But it was weird.

There's too much happening too close together in time. I don't like it. I'll get to the bottom of this.

End log.