Everyone has Brandon so wrong. Most amazing, sweet, outgoing, swaggy, down to earth guy that I know! That boy has game! I think he was only a little awkward because he’s on camera! He’s always wanted to be, and I think his first time was awkward for him! I love you, Brandon! I wish I could have been there with you! <3
It’s 12:36 AM on an ordinary Sunday night. I’ve had difficulties sleeping for a month now but on this night I finally shut my eyes and let the sandman do his work. That was at around ten when I had previously spent the greater portion of my night working on drawings and listening to a few old Sinatra records I was able to dig out of moving boxes.
I moved to Hamden, Connecticut almost two weeks ago from the big city and things seem to have fallen in place for me ever since. I live in a two-bedroom house payed for by my publisher for the purposes of being closer to my work. It’s located down a long spiraling dirt road with very few neighbors, the closest being three miles down the road. The house itself seems to be rather old but it has been refurbished to meet living requirements of our day and age.
I’m not sure why I am awake but it seems like I have forced myself out of a trance or some kind of nightmare, though I have no recollection of any dream. My thirst was outrageous and I felt as if I had been lost in a desert abyss for days. I threw the covers off of me and proceeded for the kitchen.
I can’t explain to any soul how overwhelmingly thirsty I was. I drank glass after glass of water but I couldn’t quench even this thirst. I placed my mouth under the faucet and continued to swallow as much water as humanly possible. But without any sudden notice, the water became thicker. I instantly startled back from the counter and watched as what had seemed to be human blood rushed into the sink. The taste in my mouth confirmed it. It was blood. My stomach churned and breathing slowed as I watched the blood fill the sink. I couldn’t make it stop. It wouldn’t go down.
The sink overflew and the blood covered the entire kitchen floor. I could hear every faucet in the house running now. Suddenly, I heard a tapping on the kitchen window. It was fast and very panicked as if someone were trying to get my attention for help. Maybe there was something wrong with the water lines and someone was trying to tell me. I was still frightened. I slowly moved the curtain to see who it could be. When I saw what was standing there my breathing went from racing to completely absent. My hearing went inaudible as I stared into the eyes of a woman. Her face was mauled and she was dressed in a white gown. She stared back at me with no expression and no feeling. Her skin was pale and her flesh was almost freshly decomposed.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I stood there and stared back at her for what felt like hours. I felt lost and worthless at this very moment and I couldn’t even remember my own name. Her jaw slowly dropped as if she were yawning but her eyes grew more fierce. A dry, crippled hand began to crawl from her mouth. Although I knew what was happening, my eyes never left hers for an instant. The hand reached out and went through the window as if it were not even there and like that, everything around me seemed surreal. It all vanished before my eyes. Memories started to fade. I couldn’t remember how to speak or even feel. The only emotion left with me was fear.
The hand touched my cheek as if to comfort me and as quickly as it had done so, it entered my mouth and inched further inside of me. I could feel this. Every part of me was numb, but this I could feel. It cradled my heart within its palm. Tears began to drip from my face as I no longer felt safe. The world seemed to have diminished within the grip of this hand. An entire life I spent wondering what was perceptible and what was sincere. This was real all along. This was true.