They're Baaaa-aaaaack

Date: September 30, 2007
Time: 11:23AM by Bronco's clock, 11:10 real time
Location: Marquette, parked in the north woods

They're not gone. The fucking, bleeding, creepy assholes aren't really gone.

I could even handle that, if they were just lurking around a corner, but no. They're in my space. Mine. The In Between is my safe place, not their little playground or gathering place or or ambush spot or what-the-fuck-ever. I don't want to be going in to get a little relaxing time in, or to find somebody, or to take a fucking shower in the nearest hotel room, and have to be fighting off these fuckers every time!

And I can't even whine that it's not fair, because life is fucking unfair. So why should I be surprised? Why should I demand it be fair when I know it isn't and never will be?

But it's still not fucking fair! I'm just starting to heal up, and they had to go and fucking attack me again!

I want to fucking kill something. Them. Except they wised up, and didn't follow me out of the mirror, so I couldn't. Instead, all I get to do is leave messages with the family. I want to know once and for all if I'm right about what these are, and if there's a way to ward them off. If anyone can find out, it's them.

And then I get to wait. Sit on my skinny little ass and wait. Fuck.

Fuck!