21 CHECKLIST AND SIMILARITIES

In the dim chances that whatever the fuck happened to Kyle was real, I think it might be happening to me and Hannah too. Here's a checklist:

-fucked up cryptic dreams: check!

-creepy crawley sounds in the walls: check!

-weird guy in a suit (even though in my case it's Kyle): SUPER CHECK!

Now, in the case that this is really happening (and I am sorry if I sweat disbelief but I am quite the cynic) then here is what I think is going on:

In Afraid At Home Kyle was possessed by this weird faceless entity after it was released into our world from some other dimension, or some shit like that. I was honestly a bit lost: the videos and the Pater Noster blog were confusing to keep up with. (seriously, who ever thought that Tumblr would be a good way to have a blog?) So, now that Kyle is possessed by this entity, the same sounds started over here. And Kyle lives next door...

Maybe the dream I'm having is the key. I think I get it! The sounds started in Hannah's house around the time I saw her face in my dream. Maybe Kyle wants me to find out who all of the faceless people are...and do what? Also, that implies that Kyle can somehow enter my dreams, which is preposterous. 

But we'll see. Next time I have the dream I'll visualize the next face. Maybe that will help...

20 SOMETHING'S OFF

Here is something a little bit odd: the sounds I told you guys a while ago have NOT fucking stopped! They are still going on every fucking night, and they are driving me crazy. I will tell management once more, and maybe ask them if I could switch apartments. A friend of mine had a bad roach problem a while ago and her management gave her a new apartment and ever gave her a deal on it. Hopefully something similar will happen.


But here's something weird: last night I stayed over at Hannah's house. We watched movies together, it was really fun. We fell asleep together late at night on her couch. Suddenly I was awakened by those same goddamn sounds from my apartment. Hannah was too tired so she didn't wake up. They were a bit softer and slower than the ones from my apartment, which led me to believe that I got so used to hearing those sounds at my place that I'm hearing them everywhere. Just fucking great!

19 WEEKEND

So, Hannah finally decided to make me pay her back for the favor she did for me. She made me go with her all the way out of town to take care of her grandmother's dogs for the weekend. It wasn't all that bad, though. We got to spend three days at her grandmother's cabin by ourselves. It was great: we went on hikes, we went for a swim in the lake near by, and we slept outside under the stars.


I've known Hannah since we were twelve, but in those three days we got closer than ever...much closer...


I am actually really happy right now.

18 HANNAH

I'm sorry I didn't update any time sooner. Right after I wrote the last blog entry, I called my friend Hannah. She said everything was fine. However, yesterday Hannah called me and told me about a recurring dream she has been having.


As she described it (and yes these are her words not mine): she was in a giant embryo of light in a sort of fetal stage. Suddenly she grew up into her current form, and was expelled from the embryo into a desert. She was naked, and the sun was killing her. She slowly started dying, and in an ultimate attempt at living, transformed herself into an oasis, with a water pool, and a palm tree, the whole nine yards. Out of nowhere, a man covered in ragged clothes walked up to the oasis. He was dirty and tired. The man took a drink from the oasis and suddenly felt his strength return to him. The man removed the rags from his face, revealing him to be me. I thanked the oasis and the light that birthed it and left.


She wasn't as freaked out about that dream as I was. I think there might be a connection to mine. What makes me think of this is the fact that she remembers the first time she had that dream coincided with me seeing her in my dream. Maybe if I can see the other people's faces I can put these pieces together more easily. Or maybe these are just dreams, and I am just disillusioned...

17 THE DREAM PT.2

I have been having a few nights of unrequited sleep the past few nights because of my work schedule. However, last night I did manage to get some good sleep, and I had that dream again.


The white room, the faceless people, Kyle approaching me: all was exactly the same. So I thought, maybe if I think harder I can see who these people are. So I did, and their faces slowly began to be etched upon those empty visages. 


And just like last time, the room turned pitch black and the giant man with the red eyes appeared again and shouted "NO!" I looked over to Kyle and he was softly smiling in a very encouraging way as to say "go on". So I did. 


I concentrated my hardest to make those faces appear, but this did not please the giant man. I couldn't see his face, as it was covered in wrath and darkness, but his red eyes blinded me. I shielded my face from the light. Suddenly, dark clouds began forming up in the air, and thunderous roars began pervading the room. I was scared, my legs were shaking. But I pressed on.


I finally managed to visualize the face of the person nearest to me, and to my surprise it turned out to be my best friend Hannah. Kyle smiled and walked towards her. I couldn't see what he was doing because at that moment the giant man walked up to me, grabbed me, and swallowed me whole.


I woke up, sweating, shaking, and with a bloody nose. I am still startled and exhausted right now. I feel drained. I don't know if any of what happened in that dream was real...


Only a crazy person would ask themselves that. I do, however need to check up on Hannah...and maybe even Kyle...

16 THIS SENSATION COMES NOT FROM

I know I said I might try to post poetry again, and this time, I swear I tried my best. I sat down at my desk, pen in my hand, and paper in front of me, and began to write. I wrote:


This sensation comes not from


And then my phone rang. I answered and it was the same muffled crackling voice as last time repeating the name James. I made sure they knew I wasn't James but it just kept going on. I hung up. I had enough of weird shit for a while.


Ironically, my doorbell rang, and standing there was Kyle in his goddamn suit. He asked me if he could come in. This time I reluctantly asked what he wanted from me. He said he needed to talk, to which I responded that if he wanted to talk there was a good a place as any.


He agreed and proceeded to ask me if I've had any weird dreams lately. I said no. He then told me he knew about me knowing about him and the Afraid At Home channel. I asked him if it was real: he ignored the question and told me that I need to think harder next time and to not listen to the giant man with the red eyes.


I was speechless.


He turned around and walked away. 


How the fuck did he know about my dream from the other night? 


I returned to the desk where I tried to keep writing the poem I started, but instead I took out my laptop and wrote this blog entry. I think I'm knee deep in some bad shit. 

15 THE DREAM

I am sure the dream I had last night was fueled by my reading of Kyle's blog. I'm sure you'll think the same once you hear what it is:


I was in a vast white room with no doors, or windows, or light of any sort (even though it was brightly illuminated by some sort of white neon-like light). I was standing in the middle of it with my eyes closed, but I could still see everything around me. Out of nowhere I found myself surrounded by seven faceless individuals. They were all dressed in what appeared to be Victorian age garbs. Three of them were women.


One of the individuals, who was wearing a nice black suit, walked up to me. Suddenly where there was nothing, a face appeared. It was Kyle's. He grabbed my hand and told me to think of faces for those people. I did. Slowly faces started to slowly appear on the other six people. But before they could appear completely the room turned black. From nowhere a giant man with red eyes appeared and said "NO!" 


I woke up right after. I am sure that my recent obsession with Kyle and his blog fueled this awkward dream. So I'll dismiss it...once again no poetry...


...maybe next time...

14 AFRAID AT HOME

I have been reading this blog and watching all the videos for the past few hours. That is definitely Kyle there, except he looks a bit different now. But it is absolutely him. I'm not sure if this is a joke thing or not, but I am slightly disturbed to say the least. All that shit couldn't have really happened to him, could it? I mean, there are weird distortions and his friend died, and then this random faceless man in a suit...now way that shit is real! 

You know what? I'm done with all this. Forget Kyle, and forget this afraid at home bullshit thing. I'm going to go back to what I started this blog for: sharing my shitty poetry. That's it! 

13 MAINTENANCE AND MORE ON KYLE

Today was a good day for updates.


I finally called maintenance yesterday and they arrived this morning. They came by and checked out my walls but found nothing wrong. Just in case they sprayed pest killers everywhere. Hopefully it's all gone.


Also, last night Hannah called me and gave me some info on Kyle. This is what her brother found out.


-his full name is Kyle Robert Emerson
-his mother disappeared years ago and his father died in a car crash.
-he has no criminal history whatsoever except for a parking ticket.


Those are some main points. Also he found out these little details:


-he is not from this state
-there was a frenzy of web activity on Kyle's part from March to mid April.
-also he was traced back to an email account named afraidathome@live.com


That's about it. Also, since he isn't from this here, if anyone knows anything about Kyle Robert Emerson, let me know.


I really don't know what to do with all this information really. I'm kinda sounding like a pathetic stalker, and it's scaring me. But I really can't get this guy out of my head!!! It's driving me insane! Fuck!

12 STUPID SOUNDS

So...those sounds from the other night came back. They just went from being a minor nuisance to pissing me right the fuck off. I'm calling management today. I'm paying a lot of rent to stay in the "nicer" part of town and shit like this is totally unacceptable.


Anyhow, Hannah told me her brother was working on finding stuff on Kyle. Maybe he'll have something by tonight or tomorrow. She also told me that I owe her big time, and that I'll have to pay her back soon...hopefully it's nothing I'll regret...

11 CRACKLE POP HISS

This one is dedicated to the weird sounds that started in my room about 3 hours ago. I've been trying to go to bed in vain.

CRACKLE POP HISS

Crackle pop hiss

Pervading from my walls

Hammering their way through my brain.

What ungodly creature could have

Summoned such a demonic sound

Keeping me from going to sleep

Crackle pop hiss

Thousands of ants in a file line

Creepy long legged spiders crawling

Ice knives stabbing water

Freezing the back of my head

Shooting chills down my spine

Crackle pop hiss

I want to fucking sleep!

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I know this sucks...but it's all you get at this hour...

10 CHATROOM

Here's from a Skype chat I had saturday night with my best friend Hannah. 


Zeke Roberts: I saw that guy again
Hannah DiVecchio: fuck zeke! are you obbsessed?
Hannah DiVecchio: *obsessed
Zeke Roberts: No, I'm just saying he creeps me out.
Hannah DiVecchio: if someone creeps you out you stay away...
Zeke Roberts: I'm just curious is all. 
Hannah DiVecchio: mo like you got a crush!!!
Zeke Roberts: Fuck you.
Hannah DiVecchio: hostile!
Zeke Roberts: It's just that, the other night he came over and he was covered in blood.
Hannah DiVecchio: wtf? was he hurt?
Zeke Roberts: It wasn't his blood
Hannah DiVecchio: dafuq?
Zeke Roberts: I let him in and he cleaned himself. He told me his name was Kyle.
Hannah DiVecchio: are you fucking crazy? this guy could be in like the mafia or some shit like that.
Hannah DiVecchio: you said he had a suit.
Hannah DiVecchio: that shouldv'e been your first hint
Zeke Roberts: ...
Zeke Roberts: I highly doubt he's from the mafia. 
Hannah DiVecchio: im just sayin. what else did he do?
Zeke Roberts: He just washed his hands, told me his name and left.
Hannah DiVecchio: shit
Hannah DiVecchio: dude stay away. this guy is bad news
Zeke Roberts: That's the thing, I saw him again a couple days later, and he acted like none of what happened the other night actually happened.
Hannah DiVecchio: i',m telling you. this is mafia shit
Zeke Roberts: So here's what I need to ask you.
Hannah DiVecchio: fuck i could feel this coming an hour ago
Zeke Roberts: Could you please please please pretty pretty please ask Thom to do a quick check on this guy? Just to be safe?
Hannah DiVecchio: you want me to ask my cop brother to to a search on your crazy killer neighbor? what do i get out of this?
Zeke Roberts: My eternal gratitude?
Zeke Roberts: Hannah?
Hannah DiVecchio: you fucking owe me big time roberts
Zeke Roberts: Oh thank you thank you thank you! I LOVE YOU!
Hannah DiVecchio: yeah yeah
Hannah DiVecchio: save it 

09 KYLE IS A REAL LIFE CARMEN SANDIEGO

This morning I saw Kyle. I said hi, and asked if everything was okay. He smiled and asked me what I meant. I mentioned the other night, and he got slightly upset. He told me not to mention it again and left in a hurry. He's a real life Carmen Sandiego. Every time I get near him and ask questions, he vanishes. Without sounding creepy I wish I could find out more about this guy.

As soon as Kyle left, I got a call from a blocked number. I answered and all I heard was mumbling, strange beeps and static. I think I heard the name James within the white noise a couple times. The caller then hung up. It was extremely unremarkable, but since my life is boring I guess it's worth sharing.