Last Night

Justin's all right. Shit went down in the worst ways imaginable. I'm not sure how long I'll make this one, Justin's boarding up the house even more than before. I don't think Sleep is going to be an option anytime soon.

I get to the house around 9 my time, and find the whole place unlocked (Thankfully for me, I suppose) and get in to find...a whole lot of nothing. I'm standing there, thinking they're gone but I hear something coming from down the hallway. I go down there, towards Justin's room back when he lived here. I see Justin, but no Luke, kneeling there in the middle of his room, shaking and rocking back and forth and mumbling something to himself.

I kneel down beside him to hear what he's saying.

"He'scominghe'scominghe'scominghe'scominghe'scoming."

And wouldn't you believe it, the temperature drops a few dozen more degrees when I feel like...a SHEET of evil drape over the entire room. I slowly turn around to see, who else, the whole reason behind this blog, the big guy himself. I feel the air disappear from my lungs, and I can't look away.

He just stood there, his head tilting to the side like he was interested in us, FASCINATED in us, his tentacles out and splayed proudly. A strange sound filled my ears slowly, almost like a glass filling up with water, getting more pronounced the more I stared. It was a high pitched ringing, that gave off into something a little bit more...horrific. I swear to you all reading this, the ringing turned to SCREAMING.

All kinds of screams of all kinds of pitches, like a chorus of the damned being tortured in hell for various things. I swear at one point I heard someone scream "HELP ME." God, was that was people heard when he was around that close? Was THAT what caused the distortion?

I wouldn't hear it for long, because I blacked out for a while, only to be awoken by someone dragging me down the hall. I panicked for a minute but couldn't find myself to move. Looking up for a second, I saw it was Justin doing the dragging. His clothes were shredded and he was leaking a horrible amount of blood. Before we got out of the house, I saw a foot sticking out from one of the doorways and a pool of blood stemming from it. I think I knew what happened to Luke...

Next thing I know, I'm in the car with Justin driving away as fast as humanly possible and breaking at least 3 laws at the minimum. I'm barely concious as I'm seeing the street lamps zipping by, expecting to see the big guy appear at any second. We made it home without any worries. Whatever happened next, I don't remember, but I think I passed out for a little while longer while he cleaned up and began to board up the house even more.

So...I don't know what to expect now. I'm scared. Again.