August 19 2007
Sixth entry: Who the hell knows
Submitted by the_grey_man on Wed, 01/30/2008 - 05:42.
Music: AFI, Cereal Wars
5:22AM, Sunday, August 19, 2007
Well, the bulletin board thing has gotten me two interested parties, so far! The fact that one of them turned out to be a hunter was, perhaps, not the best thing... but she didn't hurt me, we just both scared each other very badly, so it worked out all right, I suppose. The other emailed me while I was out. We'll see if I hear back from him this morning before bed. I doubt it.
(In other news....)
TIME UPDATE
Submitted by praelitismods on Sat, 01/05/2008 - 00:23.
Weather: The clouds have moved in and though the day is warm, it’s dull.
Events: It’s the final day of the Seafood Festival and a good open at that – a fun fair has been set up in Lower Harbour Park with all sorts of rides, as well as the usual tents serving food. Just after sunset there will be a fireworks display!
For the teens in town, this is the last day of freedom – school starts tomorrow!
As for the psychics, the dreams continue, of course. Only tonight, there’s another change...
The Dream: Tonight the dream is back to its original start, the edge of town. Sweeping down the road and up the dirt track, the scene flows like a river, carrying the dreamer with it – up the track, across the rough ground, under the fence. At the second fence, the dream pauses as if the lack of a viable way through had stopped it, but only for a moment as the river of the dream melts through the wire fence and flows on towards the open ground. But unlike previous nights, the dream does not fail here and for the first time, the dreamer can see what is there.
A rockfall blocks the entrance to the mine – or what looks like it is the entrance to a mine to those who know what a mine looks like anyhow. To those who don’t, it would merely be a blocked entrance. A rectangle cut into the rock, secured by wooden posts and darkness swallows up any light that might have reached within. Years have passed since this was last opened, moss and weeds growing on and around the rocks, all is still. Years have passed since this was last opened, moss and weeds growing on and around the rocks, all is still.
Yet there is something else, almost indefinable, something swelling around the area, seemingly emanating from behind the rockfall. What it is is shifting – occasionally almost a cry for help, sometimes sobbing, sometimes something not human at all – the dreamer will not be able to fix on one particular aspect. The only thing that becomes clear is that there is something there, and it’s not something to be afraid of – it feels like something that needs help.
