1 Journal entry |33,056| 12/8/2021

Rot.

Back to the dirt.

Less than filth.

Nothing but the things not even blowflies are interested in.

That's what it is.

What they are.

As for what I saw.

Its probably still somewhere in my mind floating around somewhere, however its fleeting tendrils miss recognition time and time again. Leaving me with an unrestrainable disgust, as the backwash of bile lingers at my throat. Burning ever so slightly and sapping my words. Leaving me with a shock so primal that I dare not move. I dare not breath and as much as I wish for death i doesn't come by my wishing it nor does it come by my refusing to breathe.

No.

Reality it much crueler the you think.

Ok, ill be real with you.

Try to imagine the following situation.

You're on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, ferns, bushes you don't recognize.

It's dark and the inability to see more than a few feet away makes your movement less like walking and more like checking, after all you don't wanna accidentally step off a cliff unknowingly.

This is the least of your worries though.

Somewhere in the cold blackness behind you, you hear a faint crunch.

A branch?

Strange right?

You are alone.

For there to be someone or God forbid, something following you would mean that its intentionally doing so.

Stalking you.

Silently matching your pace.

Clearly not afraid of you.

Most likely waiting for you to try to run.

Then again, the cold air and suffocating blackness would block your vision even if you could muster the courage to turn and look.

Hmm could it be though that you feel that not looking will protect you? But could you be wrong?

No.

You assure yourself, emptying the doubt from your mind rewriting the fear and turning them into something else. Something that wont hurt you or attack you while you keep your pace..

Not looking back...

Daring NOT to...

….. I, made it home …..

SAFELY. But as I entered the warm embrace of the outside lights I finally gained the courage to turn around and observe.

Eager to put my over imaginative and panicked mind at ease.

I turned and at the end of the gateless driveway shrouded in blackness....

Just out of sight....

I saw #$%#$#%.

Would you have ran?

WArM jets, the breath of a creature much larger than yourself towering, just behind you.

Would.

YOu.

HAvE.

Ran?