I woke up yesterday to the weatherman accusing me of committing heinous crimes. Chelsea hadn't woken up yet, and thankfully she wouldn't be awake when I left. I spent the day hearing the gossip fly from person to person, fully aware that they were no longer saying a word about me. The clients had nothing but spiteful, accusatory ramblings. I tried the best I could, but they made it so hard...

I'm taking today off. Something happened. The Choir was never this active before. 10 and 6, those were the parameters. So long as I stayed away from that ungodly time, I would be safe and sane.

They're toying with me. They could make every sound a hell, but they aren't. Chelsea still doesn't know exactly what's going on. I never did explain to her what I found. The longer I wait, the worse it'll be, but now it's going to be impossible...

I don't know what's happening, or why it's happening, but I fear for the worst now.