Saturday, September 17, 2011. Oh god, it was Alex. What if he kills me next, and how long has he been like this? And little Todd, drowned in blood, my masterstroke. No matter which I tell you, I doubt you would believe my account. What you can believe, however, is this.

Sunday, March 25, 2012. Fuck ALL of you guys. I tried to be friendly. I tried to be hospitable. And everything I do just gets spat back in my face. I just wanted to write a story about a guy who fights a cool-looking monster I saw on the internet. I just wanted to get involved with writing groups again, maybe make some friends.

Sunday, February 12, 2012. When I move my head, he shifts with it. His tendrils outstretched across my vision. I hear footsteps in the snow behind me. I will not start now. And yet every second is precious. Every second is a few more words I can add. The last few words of a dead man. I love you, Samantha.

Lies and Vaudeville, finding their way home. This is not going to be pleasant. Funny how those things work out sometimes. The bones were covered in bite marks.

Monday, February 20, 2012. Rachael was left to wait, guarded by two unidentified gunmen of the Syndicate. Our sources indicate she was searched thoroughly, and that a handgun was found and confiscated. That is not what I meant.