This is an explanation of the scariest adventure of my life.
We wanted to go somewhere haunted, it’s almost Halloween, it seemed fun. I googled some places and Alyssa remembered a place her friends aaron and sprout told her about, they do this haunted stuff professionally. Make DVDs, books, all that. It was called lick road, so I googled it. Every person said the same thing: I’ve never believed in haunted things but this made me believe.
The legend is that a girl named Amy was gutted on the bridge there by her boyfriend. You drive down the road and according to legend, one of the first signs is seeing a van. It’ll follow you sometimes, or just shine it’s lights. Your windows are supposed to fog up quick. Then at the dead end, where you’re supposed to start walking, you park your car and if you wait, you can hear things and handprints with the words “help me” or “Amy” show up on the windows on the fog.
We go. Mistake.
We see a van as we drive down there. Unsure if it was “the” van, or “a” van. Windows fogged up. Keep going. Stay for a second and then head out. Couldn’t do it. Go back, and don’t stay for long. I was seeing things and freaking out. While I was recording, the frequencies on my phone were going up and down unlike any time I’ve recorded anything else. We inspect the outside of the car, nothing. Go back a third time.
Turn off the lights. Park it. I’m hiding under alyssa’s jacket in the back. I won’t look anywhere. I’m recording everything on my phone. We hear something faint. Alyssa asks if I heard that and I said I want to go home. We hear a loud noise that I can’t explain. Like a thud, mixed with an engine. I dunno. We freak and bolt and get to a gas station. I listen to my recording, trying to hear the strange noise. There is no strange noise on my recording. You hear Alyssa ask if I heard that, I say I want to go home, and then there’s a whisper that says, “don’t be scared.”
Alyssa tells me to look at my window. Everything is cleared beside a single handprint by my face.
I swear to you. I can prove it, the recording is on my phone. It’s none of us, as we all speak right before and after us. It didn’t show up on emma’s recording. It was just mine.
I’m terrified as fuck. I can’t sleep and have to be up at 9am. Three hours from now. We’re supposed to go back tomorrow and I don’t know if I want to. Though apparently she likes me.. I’m so fucking scared.
Never believed in that stuff until tonight. Fuck. Kjdjbssyjj.
Bitch got dropped at our apartment. Multiple times. Alyssa wasn’t having it, and Emma and I went off.
You do not, do not, disrespect anyone like that. Especially my friends. The shit you said was so fucking low. The first time Alyssa fought you, I tried to pull her off of you, and tried to get you out so it would end. But that was ridiculous.
Woke up at Keith’s and came home to an empty apartment around 3. Ate. Watched the runaways. Showered. Watched it again. Tried on my Halloween costume. Watched mouth to mouth, where I seriously laid on the ground and sobbed for about a half hour because one scene gets me so bad. I don’t cry during movies ever. Ever. But it was bad.
Emma and Alyssa came home and we adventured. Which will be the fourth and final installment of the saga.
Last night I got back to the apartment, cleaned and hung out with Dave which was actually really fun. We went to walmart for no reason and then sat in his car for an hour, just talking and playing with twizzlers. Picked up Keith and Blake and went back to their apartment and drank. I wasn’t going to and then Dave gave me the bottle of margarita stuff I’ve been coveting since he got it, and well. Yeah. Definitely 9.75%, definitely drank the whole bottle. We talked about the old scene and how things used to be. We watched porn and laughed a lot. Dave and I bonded a lot and all of my cigarettes were gone. Keith and I slept upstairs, which was weird. We usually sleep downstairs with Blake. It was really nice though. We didn’t mess around, we just talked until we fell asleep. And waking up with him was amazing, as it always is. I’m happy. He said he was happy. I’m happy.
Did adult stuff today, now sleep time until this evening.
Basically how it went down. I was in the emergency room waiting room and I get a call from Alyssa saying we got evicted. I spend all my time between blood tests and ultra sounds and all that looking up apartments and calling them. I have more than ten lined up. Alyssa ignores me the rest of the night. I call her when I wake up and she ignores my calls and texts me. Cool. Says the landlord wants just me out because my room is a mess. Call him, he says that’s not true, and that Alyssa said I wasn’t staying because of personal reasons. I get the money for this months rent from my dad, which sucks to do. Tell her. I get ignored. Go to the apartment. My key only works for the top lock, she locked the bottom. Her car is there. I call and text and it all gets ignored. I’m now at keith’s.
I need my pills, I haven’t taken them in two days. Since I’ve been in the hospital, I haven’t been able to change my clothes. They’re all in there.
I’m pissed as can be. It’s shady and fucked up. And Jennie is supposed to stay there this weekend. I emptied my entire bank account on that apartment. And now I have to move back home, broke as ever. For shady shit.
I’ll have my bike to get down to keith’s I guess. I’ll make it work.
This is the shittiest thing that’s ever been pulled.
Getting my stuff out starting Monday and I’ll go from there.
if i move back home, i’ll actually be semi stoked on it. but not really, just because i’ll have to abide by my mom’s rules, i won’t be able to stay out late, and it’ll be an issue. i won’t be able to go to the pod every night. i won’t be able to stay at keith’s all the time. i dunno.
all emailed and numbers and addresses and information collected for tomorrow. been trying to contact alyssa about it all day and i’ve been being ignored. cool. tomorrow, doctor’s appointment, then back to the apartment to make some calls and figure some stuff out and maybe get a couple showings. Then after all that bullshit adult stuff, i’ll put away the stress, see keith for the first time in days and hold him for way too long, and probably nap, and then hopefully do something fun.
then the stress will start again in the morning, and we’ll repeat.
my appendix also may burst at any time. another reason why i wish i could get some help from my roommate. hmph. it hurts like a fucking bitch.
My weekend was spent xmen marathoning and on a fire escape
And I honestly had a great time. I smiled a lot, I got to cuddle a lot, and Keith said a lot of really sweet things.. While he played call of duty and I just sat next to him, “you make it really hard to focus on this.” “I’m not even doing anything.” “you don’t have to.”
Mmmmmmm… :) I like you.
Talked about dating last night and how scared we are of the concept.. That’s as far as that went.. I dunno. He’s my boy and I’m really really excited to just have him in my life, and the fact that he’s this close just makes it better.
I retrospect, this would of never happened if it wasn’t for the foam.
In rightnowspect, I’m seriously craving some fucking cigarettes. But they keep making me sick so I haven’t been smoking. My body is going nuts for one though..