Thursday, January 2, 2014
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Dreams of Raindrops on the Window
My dreams have been seeming rather normal lately; dreams of friends, family, memories past, school, mixtures of the four, regular things. Though, lately I've been having strange-feeling dreams. Not strange dreams, strange-feeling dreams. One dream in particular is a dream that is sort of recurring dream.
I lay in my bed during a winter night. I'm wrapped up in a warm bundle under two layers of blankets. I can hear rain trickling onto my bedroom window, which's curtains are closed. It's soothing, calm, peaceful. A few seconds go by, all is well, I'm about to fall asleep, when suddenly, there's a tapping at my window.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
My head flings to the right, looking at the window. It sounds like some sort of bird is tapping the glass. Silence. Then again.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
My heart falls into my stomach. It's not just some bird tapping the window; the tapping is ensuing.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
I slowly get out of bed, folding the covers over my legs and pulling my legs from under the covers. I step out of bed and make my way towards the window.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
I start to pass my bed.
Tap.
I stop dead in my tracks.
Just one tap? That didn't seem to fit.
No other taps come after that. I wake up soon after a few seconds of silence.
This dream has been recurring for the past week. I get a little closer to that window each time.
I lay in my bed during a winter night. I'm wrapped up in a warm bundle under two layers of blankets. I can hear rain trickling onto my bedroom window, which's curtains are closed. It's soothing, calm, peaceful. A few seconds go by, all is well, I'm about to fall asleep, when suddenly, there's a tapping at my window.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
My head flings to the right, looking at the window. It sounds like some sort of bird is tapping the glass. Silence. Then again.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
My heart falls into my stomach. It's not just some bird tapping the window; the tapping is ensuing.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
I slowly get out of bed, folding the covers over my legs and pulling my legs from under the covers. I step out of bed and make my way towards the window.
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
I start to pass my bed.
Tap.
I stop dead in my tracks.
Just one tap? That didn't seem to fit.
No other taps come after that. I wake up soon after a few seconds of silence.
This dream has been recurring for the past week. I get a little closer to that window each time.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Better brings worse.
I've been sleeping better than I have in the last few months lately. Sure I have a nightmare here or there, but otherwise my sleep has been tremendous. I've also made a lot of new friends through video game club. They seem to want to see me more than my old friends.
(phones rings 5 times when Tyler finally answers)
Tyler: (silence)
Me: Hello?
Tyler: Hi.
Me: Hey! Is this Tyler?
Tyler: Yes.
Me: This is Garrett Silvano. What's up?
Tyler: Nothing.
(silence)
Me: Oh. Okay. Uh, how have things been?
Tyler: Fine. Different.
Me: Different how?
Tyler: Different.
Me: Oh, haha, alright. Uh, how are you feeling?
Tyler: Fine.
Me: Fine-good? Or fine-bad?
Tyler: Fine.
Me: I guess that means somewhere in the middle?
Tyler: Why did you call me?
Me: Well, I just figured that we could get the ball rolling with the rest of the gang again, you know? Hangin' out like we used to? Beach days? Video games? Riding around town in Mike's car?
Tyler: I have more important business.
Me: What do you mean?
Tyler: I have more. Important. Business.
Me: Are you okay?
Tyler: What are you typing on the computer?
Me: Oh, I, uh--
Tyler: Are you recording this call?
Me: What? No, I--
Tyler: Delete whatever you're typing.
Me: Wait, why? I'm just--
Tyler: Nevermind. I'm sorry for that.
Me: It's oka--
Tyler: I have to go.
Me: Oh, okay, see you la--
(Tyler hangs up in the middle of my sentence.)
Tyler was extremely monotoned until he questioned the typing. I don't know what was wrong with Tyler, but I'm going to have to confront him again.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Three months later.
Things are... almost the same as before.
I've been doing well in school; the year's winding down a bit, caught up with some old friends, the lot. I've started taking some extra-curricular activities, like video game club at school. Who would have thought that some of these kids at my school still play games from the 90's and back? Oh, the countless rounds of Shaq-Fu that we played.
Through all of this, two things have struck my curiosity:
For one, I've noticed the initials Q.Z. to be recurring. I first saw these initials on the butterfly knife that was lying next to me in the sewer, and I've seen it written in several places around my school, including the single-stall bathrooms, lightly written in pencil and in very minuscule areas. I'm holding onto that knife just in case.
Secondly, I've noticed my friends are a bit more distant from me since I've come home. Maybe they're just feeling a bit weird having me just pop back into their lives after nearly a year with no explanation as to what had happened to me? I don't know. It just feels like they're not around as much anymore.
I will update this blog with more details of what things happen around here that are worth documenting. But for now, I need to get back to homework.
Sincerely,
Garrett
I've been doing well in school; the year's winding down a bit, caught up with some old friends, the lot. I've started taking some extra-curricular activities, like video game club at school. Who would have thought that some of these kids at my school still play games from the 90's and back? Oh, the countless rounds of Shaq-Fu that we played.
Through all of this, two things have struck my curiosity:
For one, I've noticed the initials Q.Z. to be recurring. I first saw these initials on the butterfly knife that was lying next to me in the sewer, and I've seen it written in several places around my school, including the single-stall bathrooms, lightly written in pencil and in very minuscule areas. I'm holding onto that knife just in case.
Secondly, I've noticed my friends are a bit more distant from me since I've come home. Maybe they're just feeling a bit weird having me just pop back into their lives after nearly a year with no explanation as to what had happened to me? I don't know. It just feels like they're not around as much anymore.
I will update this blog with more details of what things happen around here that are worth documenting. But for now, I need to get back to homework.
Sincerely,
Garrett
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
The Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss
For these past few months, I've been trying to get my life back together.
I found my parents again. I had a really tough time trying to tell them what had happened to me for a year. I told them that I had been kidnapped, escaped, and ran away to another city, and that my kidnapper had committed suicide. And they believed me. Telling them the truth would just get me locked away in an asylum.
My old school let me back in, but I have to repeat my junior year. I used the same story with my guidance counselor as I did with my parents. Still worked. I have all of my old classes: Analysis of Functions, Chemistry, Programming, English III, Spanish III, Outdoor Ed, and I've been forced into an Intensive Reading class because of my "absence".
All of my old friends still remember me. Reuniting with my old friends Mike, Kyle, and Dana was wonderful, using the same story on them. I felt bad about lying to them, but I don't want them getting sucked into my screwy ordeal. We hung out at lunch, caught up on each others' lives, and we all went in Mike's car down to this shopping center called the Pavilion after school. We messed around in various stores, got kicked out of one of them by a cop, and bought a rug for no reason whatsoever. It actually fits quite nicely in my room. It has two dragons of different colors on it shooting fire at each other: one was red and the other was blue.
But the entire time we were at the Pavilion, I felt this... very uneasy presence. At a lot of moments.
But all in all, I'm loving this new start to my life.
Oh yeah, and this was waiting for me on my desk when I got home. I'm guessing this isn't quite over yet.
I found my parents again. I had a really tough time trying to tell them what had happened to me for a year. I told them that I had been kidnapped, escaped, and ran away to another city, and that my kidnapper had committed suicide. And they believed me. Telling them the truth would just get me locked away in an asylum.
My old school let me back in, but I have to repeat my junior year. I used the same story with my guidance counselor as I did with my parents. Still worked. I have all of my old classes: Analysis of Functions, Chemistry, Programming, English III, Spanish III, Outdoor Ed, and I've been forced into an Intensive Reading class because of my "absence".
All of my old friends still remember me. Reuniting with my old friends Mike, Kyle, and Dana was wonderful, using the same story on them. I felt bad about lying to them, but I don't want them getting sucked into my screwy ordeal. We hung out at lunch, caught up on each others' lives, and we all went in Mike's car down to this shopping center called the Pavilion after school. We messed around in various stores, got kicked out of one of them by a cop, and bought a rug for no reason whatsoever. It actually fits quite nicely in my room. It has two dragons of different colors on it shooting fire at each other: one was red and the other was blue.
But the entire time we were at the Pavilion, I felt this... very uneasy presence. At a lot of moments.
But all in all, I'm loving this new start to my life.
Oh yeah, and this was waiting for me on my desk when I got home. I'm guessing this isn't quite over yet.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
You'd think that after a year
They would have solved John's murder by now.
But no.
It remains unsolved.
Jesus H. Christo.
But no.
It remains unsolved.
Jesus H. Christo.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
What Has Happened
Hello everyone. Garrett here. It has been nearly a year since the death of my close friend John Smith. I know I promised to post again when I returned, and I'm sorry for not keeping that promise. Now I'm going to explain why this happened.
On November 22nd, 2011, I went on my walk to clear my head, like I said. I spent some time exploring parts of John's neighborhood that night, parts that I had never seen before. There's actually a lot of his neighborhood that I really love, like the cul-de-sac a street away, the man-made lake around the corner from his house, and especially the wide open field down the long road that leads to the entrance to his neighborhood.
After spending around an hour or two doing that, it began to rain. I had a long way back home because I didn't realize how far off I had walked. As I started to walk back home, the rain got heavier. This really frustrated me due to the fact that I was soaking wet and it was harder to walk with my clothes sagging. I decided to take a detour through the forest because it was a quicker route.
This was a mistake.
After around 5 minutes of walking through the bushes and trees, I come across a symbol drawn in the dirt. It was the (X) symbol that John rambled about on his blog. Then I realized something: this was the exact spot where John was found. I stared at it. As I did, memories of John and I raced through my head. Memories of recess at school, playing video games at his house, birthday parties, holidays, all of it. And at that moment, I realized that I never thought about how much I really miss John. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I tried to fight them back, but I couldn't.
I crumbled down to my knees and tears streamed from my eyes.
As I continued to cry, I lifted my head to look in front of me. An abnormally tall, skinny, faceless man was standing in the distance between two trees. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I was trapped in its gaze.
As I continued to stare, the man released four long, black tentacle-like appendages from its back. He tilted his head, and a sharp ringing filled my eardrums. It sounded like hell, it was so sharp and so loud.
And then I fainted.
Last night, I woke up in a sewer. My shirt was torn to shreds and tainted with blood, as well as my jeans. I had multiple cut wounds on my chest, faces, arms, and legs. And my back was killing me. I put my hand over my cheek and felt an oddly shaped scar, which I later saw was the (X) symbol. It was literally branded onto my cheek. Branded as in BURNED.
About a foot away from me, a bloodied butterfly knife was lying on the ground. It was in perfect condition, too. It didn't belong to me, but there was someones initials scratched onto it.
"Q.Z." I don't know anyone that goes by the initials of Q.Z.
Once I got to the surface, I noticed I was in a town not too far away from my town. I immediately searched for a hospital to patch up my wounds, even though it was extremely hard to walk with my injured back. Not too far away from the manhole I climbed out of, I found a hospital that went by the name of Mercy Hospital. They took me in, patched me up, called in a chiropractor to fix my back, and I was on my way. I didn't go to the police afterwards because my story would be so unbelievable that they would call in the nice men with a new white straight jacket for me.
From now on, I'll be using this blog to keep records of what is happening to me. I'm attempting to get my life back on track and to find out what happened to me. I'll start by asking some of my friends and family back in my home town; surely they'll know something.
I'll post again on November 20th, the one-year anniversary of John's death. For now, I bid you all adieu and hope you wish me luck.
On November 22nd, 2011, I went on my walk to clear my head, like I said. I spent some time exploring parts of John's neighborhood that night, parts that I had never seen before. There's actually a lot of his neighborhood that I really love, like the cul-de-sac a street away, the man-made lake around the corner from his house, and especially the wide open field down the long road that leads to the entrance to his neighborhood.
After spending around an hour or two doing that, it began to rain. I had a long way back home because I didn't realize how far off I had walked. As I started to walk back home, the rain got heavier. This really frustrated me due to the fact that I was soaking wet and it was harder to walk with my clothes sagging. I decided to take a detour through the forest because it was a quicker route.
This was a mistake.
After around 5 minutes of walking through the bushes and trees, I come across a symbol drawn in the dirt. It was the (X) symbol that John rambled about on his blog. Then I realized something: this was the exact spot where John was found. I stared at it. As I did, memories of John and I raced through my head. Memories of recess at school, playing video games at his house, birthday parties, holidays, all of it. And at that moment, I realized that I never thought about how much I really miss John. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I tried to fight them back, but I couldn't.
I crumbled down to my knees and tears streamed from my eyes.
As I continued to cry, I lifted my head to look in front of me. An abnormally tall, skinny, faceless man was standing in the distance between two trees. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I was trapped in its gaze.
As I continued to stare, the man released four long, black tentacle-like appendages from its back. He tilted his head, and a sharp ringing filled my eardrums. It sounded like hell, it was so sharp and so loud.
And then I fainted.
Last night, I woke up in a sewer. My shirt was torn to shreds and tainted with blood, as well as my jeans. I had multiple cut wounds on my chest, faces, arms, and legs. And my back was killing me. I put my hand over my cheek and felt an oddly shaped scar, which I later saw was the (X) symbol. It was literally branded onto my cheek. Branded as in BURNED.
About a foot away from me, a bloodied butterfly knife was lying on the ground. It was in perfect condition, too. It didn't belong to me, but there was someones initials scratched onto it.
"Q.Z." I don't know anyone that goes by the initials of Q.Z.
Once I got to the surface, I noticed I was in a town not too far away from my town. I immediately searched for a hospital to patch up my wounds, even though it was extremely hard to walk with my injured back. Not too far away from the manhole I climbed out of, I found a hospital that went by the name of Mercy Hospital. They took me in, patched me up, called in a chiropractor to fix my back, and I was on my way. I didn't go to the police afterwards because my story would be so unbelievable that they would call in the nice men with a new white straight jacket for me.
From now on, I'll be using this blog to keep records of what is happening to me. I'm attempting to get my life back on track and to find out what happened to me. I'll start by asking some of my friends and family back in my home town; surely they'll know something.
I'll post again on November 20th, the one-year anniversary of John's death. For now, I bid you all adieu and hope you wish me luck.
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