Jim Jupitor is a Bald Man
Outside a wren flew above the large window resting on its ledge with a twig in it’s mouth. No cries echoed out from the gray building, no sound of the hammer as it connected repeatedly against bone. The wren was entirely undisturbed.
Eat Worms
“GROSS!” Matt exclaimed. I looked over his shoulders to see what it was. There on the dirt was a long worm flailing about. It didn’t look like a worm I had ever seen before. Little particles of sand stuck to it’s slimy purple body. Its ends thrashed violently as it was baking in the sun, probably would of died right there had Henry not noticed it. “I’ve never seen a worm like this. Max you ever see something like this?” Matt glanced at me and I could only shake my head. The worm was purple but also shimmered with this metallic gloom. It was extremely peculiar and I found that I didn’t have much input on the matter, but now I wished I had just stepped on it then and there and been done with the wretched little thing.
3:03 am
The following was found in journal entries of one Daniel Sullivan of Dorcester. I just want to post this here in case someone knows him. I have unfortunately found that the book mentioned and this journey Daniel seemed to embark upon has something to do with, but the book is no where to be found.
If you have any information at all please do not hesitate to reach out to me.
I Wished for a Bottle of Wine
The path seemed to open up for me with every step
and as I moved forward I could tell that it was
in fact another room in front of me. I was
starting to be able to make out
a wall of the grey brick.
And Candles burning.
Lots of candles
aligning
the floors.
I was stu
ck