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Legion

27 Sep

Every fall an army is born. One that will strike without warning, without fear. They hide in the shadows, close to trees. They do what they can to not be seen. It is with this knowledge that I write to you, a simple man racked with unbound fear. For I have seen these creatures, these terrible monstrosities and I know what they are capable of.

Do not rake your leaves, as pushing these littered corpses together into one conglomerate only makes the beast that lurk in them stronger. This pile, the monument to your hard work of keeping a tidy yard, will soon become a home base to these monsters and you will inevitably become an accomplice to everything that they are capable of.

I myself fell victim to their trap. I was like you once, wanting to keep my yard pretty by having the leaves raked tightly together and ready to be picked up by the end of the week. I was proud of the work I did, as it took a full hour of manual labor to get it done. When I finished, like many have before me, I opened a fall brew and sat back and admired my work.

That admiration of my work continued through the fall because these monsters are a dormant beast. Yes, you heard me correctly. You musn’t let your guard down. As I felt victory through the fall and even all through the winter I was high on my accomplishment. I had kept my yard beautiful, with displays of decorations to celebrate the holidays as an added touch.

No, the legion struck in the spring. I was unprepared for when it happened. My foolishness was leaving leaves in the back as I felt the public eye couldn’t see them. That is where the problems happened. The monstrosities hid and laid as pupae in the dead leaves that had created a warm layer for them to thrive in the winter. When spring struck, their children were born and they attacked at me in a voracious way.

I had went to let the dog out and had turned on the outside light. It was a crisp spring evening and as I stood, now enjoying a spring ale from my favorite local brewery, they struck. An army of the brown heathens flew at me, or so I thought, with intense speed. I stumbled as best as I could into the house, yelling in terror for my dog to return. He did but at that point it was to late. The beasts were inside my house and swarming around their god. I swung at them and tried to smash as many as I could, but it was too late. My home was now theirs and I was a slave to their control. To this day their image haunts me, swarming and worshipping the lamp in my living room.

the moth

The legion of moths are now supreme.

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The New Home

17 Sep

In our neighborhood, you turn on your outside light when it gets dark and you leave it on.

That’s what Susan and I were told the second night we when we had moved in to our newly acquired home in the middle of the suburbs. It was an absolutely gorgeous house. Two stories with a balcony on the second level. There were three bathrooms and 4 bedrooms and to say the place felt like a mansion to the both of us was an understatement. The price had been relatively cheap and we were unable to find a good reason why. Even our realtor couldn’t give us a good answer, but with Susan starting her new job on Monday and the price being great, we took the place as swiftly as the early bird catching the worm.

The warning about the light didn’t come right away. I believe this was due to the fact that we simply couldn’t figure out where the hell to turn it off so there was no reason to warn us. Where most homes have the switch next to the front door, ours was not there. In fact, there were hardly any light switches to be found in our front living room. Again, both Susan and myself found this odd, but hadn’t noticed it before we moved in. Besides, we were busy trying to get all of our worldly possessions into the home over the course of one weekend.

We had moved into a tiny little suburb of Nashville after uprooting our lives from Minneapolis. My wife was a gifted song writer and had taken a full time job in Nashville to help collaborate on works for struggling artists. She was given the gig after helping to write some of the lines to Machine Gun Kelly’s diss rap of Eminem.

This was an opportunity of a lifetime for her but the problem was that they wanted her to start immediately and so the chaos ensued. Within a week we had found our home and from there the company she now works for sent people to help pack all of our stuff, throw it into a moving vehicle, and then helped us haul our lives 13 hours south. When we finally arrived in our new home, there was a chaotic flurry of commotion as we got all the boxes placed in the proper rooms before sending our help on their way.

By the time we had finally settled in, we were exhausted. A quick call for takeout was sent in and we both sat on our floor in relative silence, slurping down noodles and dipping our chicken in some broth. When we finished eating, I offered to take out the trash while Susan went to go lie down for the night.

Walking outside and down to the curb where our can was, one that had been quickly delivered by the city, I noticed that every home in our neighborhood not only had their outside lights on, but also kept their yards in pristine condition. I thought it was rather odd and as I kept on walking I noticed another oddity to the neighborhood. Silence. Although fall had just taken its hold on the community, with dead leaves lying gently in the street, there was no noise. Not a single car going by or insect chirping loudly into the cool evening. There was no wind shaking the trees or bushes for added sound. It was simply quiet. It made my skin crawl and goosebumps began popping up on my flesh. I hurried to the can and threw away the trash from our dinner, making sure to keep the lid from slamming shut before bustling my way back to the house.

I went to tell Susan about how eerily silent our neighborhood was and how uneasy it made me feel, but she was already lying on the mattress fast asleep. My fear slipped away as she let out a loud snore and I watched as her curly hair fell over her face as she rolled over. In that moment, I decided I was being irrational about the eery silence outside and instead I let the wave of fatigue from this past week roll over me as I flopped onto the mattress next to her. I reached over and grabbed a blanket out of the box she had found and threw it over myself. Soon I was like her, snoring gently while tossing and turning in my sleep.

 

Journal ent…

3 Aug

It was a trap.

Wealthy benefi…

works 4 them.

I’m wounded.

No time.

Send hel…

Hurry.

 

Journal Entry 2: Where Are They?

31 Jul

I hope you read this knowing that for the time being, my life is safe. I’ve moved locations since my last post and despite feeling like Frodo hiding from Sauron with the ring, I believe I have time to push out more information. At least, I hope.

I’ve had to resort to stealing and living in a world cut off from society. I have an old flip phone in case of emergencies, and oh how it drives me mad not to be able to have social media downloaded to it in these lonely times. The building I’m in is condemned and as I lie here on this old, forgotten mattress, the wafting smell of piss keeps penetrating my nostrils and making it hard to write. Already it has begun to get dark and I worry this old wood will go up in flame from the candle light I’m working under. Normally I would work with just the glow of my computer screen, but I can’t risk it showing my location and letting the business nearby know I’m using their wifi.

Enough about my struggles though, I must get back to talking about these creatures, and fast. I know I can no longer do anything about them, but maybe, just maybe, you can. I have found out they are all still alive today, but not all of them are working together. There are factions amongst their ranks. By my count, there are four factions in all.

The first faction I believe operates somewhere within the banking system. From what I can tell they run on a global scale. The head of this faction operates somewhere over seas, maybe in Swedish accounts. As of late he’s brought in two cronies from the beginning. The first is his right hand woman. She generally is found in yellow, flowery clothes, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a shark for money in any way she can get her hands on it and will bleed the middle class dry to help her boss and the top one percent succeed. The other follower is a woman that dresses in violet. She works as a middle man between millionaires and billionaires to the banks. When speaking to her, you can tell she thinks highly of herself and of the status in society that was thrust upon her.

The next faction resides somewhere in either the U.S. or Russian military, but I haven’t been able to place it as of yet. So far all I know is the leader of this faction is a general and a ruthless one at that. He will stop at nothing to win any battle that he may be thrust in to, and at any cost. Just like the other faction, this leader has a right hand man. From what I gathered this will be a young man with an obsession of the color red. I haven’t been able to gather much, other than the fact he is short in stature and has a short temper to match it. He will often be found with a comrade decked head to toe in green clothing. This man will watch how the short tempered one and the general interact with each other and have nothing but contempt in his eye. This faction, in my opinion, is the most dangerous. They will be quick to lash out and destroy anything in their path.

The next group I found, however, seems to be the weakest. It would be of no surprise to me if they ended up going their separate ways or joining with one of the stronger factions later on. This group doesn’t so much have a leader and follower system like the others. No I believe they are lovers, a sort of yin and yang to one another as they bring their chaos across the United States. One of them loves to work with the poor and downtrodden and was last seen in Flint, Michigan wearing all black, looking almost like he wanted to imitate Johnny Cash. Meanwhile, his wife was hard at work in Hollywood overseeing all sorts of experiments on video and film. She works tirelessly to ensure that people are always seated and consuming the media that is produced from there.

The final faction is the one that I have the least amount of information on. The leader of the group seems almost non-existent save for when major catastrophes pop up in the world. Many say that he is a plague on any civilization he touches but there just isn’t enough information to pin where he’s at in today’s world. From what I can tell though, he does have two henchmen. There is one that operates the food industry, helping to control how much the major nations eat versus the ones that don’t have a seat at the global table yet. The other works within the confines of the porn industry. It’s said that he helps to ensure they have open freedom in every nation porn is available and he fights for people to have access to it in nations that forbid it. I cannot fathom why this work is important.

That’s all of the information that I have for now. If I’m not found out and murdered in this building I will have more information tomorrow. My plan is to steal back to where my notes are on these terrible monsters and begin exposing their influence throughout history. Maybe then can we put names to faces. I will try my best to post again tomorrow at the same time and if a post does not appear, just know they have indeed caught up to me. Hopefully, I still have the edge.

Stay vigilant.