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.