News

I spent the entire morning watching the news, listening to the newsanchor berate me for not being good enough to hold down a job.

It's not like I'm not worried that there's an eldritch being messing with what I hear, but this just seems so benign. It's almost like I'm getting used to this.

I mean, all it's been doing is trying to convince me that I'm no good, or that I should kill myself, or more laughably, that I should kill Chelsea.

No, Mr. Weatherman, I will not kill Chelsea. Go back to pointing at the clouds and calling me a bitch.

I still need to show Chelsea this blog. Or at least find some way of showing her what's wrong with me.

Because I know for a fact I can't trust myself to tell her directly now. No telling if the Choir's going to skew what I say... Is there? Does the Choir work both ways, or can they only change what goes in my ear?

I really wish Chelsea didn't have to be involved in all this, even if it is just dealing with me.

The Inevitable

The boss fired me. Saw it coming a mile away.

Said he just couldn't keep giving me handouts. He said I was given chance after chance to recover, and all I seemed to be doing was getting worse.

I could've told him what is really happening. That I was haunted by a malicious eldritch being that keeps twisting everything I hear. Even then, I could hear the faint outline of a laugh escaping his throat every time he spoke.

But I couldn't tell him. He would have me carted off to the nearest asylum.

Tomorrow I am to clean out my work area and receive my last paycheck. Saturday I will be unemployed. Monday I won't even bother trying to get another job.

The Choir has made me unemployable. I have no higher education to speak of, and now I'm as good as deaf.

I never thought I would have to rely solely on Chelsea's income... I'm going to have to show her this blog. She's been sitting in silence this entire week, and she doesn't even know why.

The Choir has won this battle. But I'm not giving up yet.

Oh dear

I've been told the boss wants to see me before I leave work today.

I think I already know what's coming...

They won't shut up. They simply won't shut up. It's not their fault I can't stand them, but seriously...

What does a guy have to do in order to get a little silence around here?

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.

I feel weird.

Valentine's Day

So, first of all, happy Valentine's day to everybody.

I really was saving this story for tomorrow. But it probably needs to be told now.

So I was out with Chelsea earlier tonight. We went to one of the fancy local places, had a great meal, and a wonderful time. And really, that was the extent to the story that I wanted to tell...

I think I saw a familiar face while walking back to the car after the meal. We were walking a bit slowly, and it didn't really surprise me that people were walking around us, trying to get ahead. We had gotten to where we had parked, and I had opened the door for Chelsea, when something banged against the back of my leg. I literally jumped, and when I turned around, I saw a man with shades, a large-brimmed hat, and a thick trenchcoat, almost leaning on a black umbrella. He gave a gruff apology, and walked away, umbrella tapping the ground inbetween his steps like a cane.

I didn't really think of it all that much until I walked around and got in the car. Once there, I wondered if I had seen the man somewhere before. I drove out of the parking spot and tried to get a second look at the man. The hat obscured his face a little, and the attire was a bit different from what I was used to, but I think that may have been one of my doctors.

So my doctors might be following me. I guess I should keep an eye out for them now...

Especially since they ruined my mood on fucking Valentine's Day, of all days.