apologies

Sorry about lack of posts, I... had to do something. As soon as I can word it right I'll tell you. But right now, bed.

The Second Floor

Back in March I said that the second floor was empty of everything but bugs and the odd piece of debris. Unlike the incident with the Attic, that was the whole truth. The thing is, it didn't stay that way. You see, in early May I was lying in bed thinking (something to do with food, I believe) when I hear a loud crash above my head. Remember that incident in April with the mysterious noise and the footprints? Well, I think I've solved one of those things. The noise I was hearing were rooms and closets bursting open and spilling mountains of junk onto the second floor. At this point I'm getting tired of pointing out when something wierd happens, but its worth repeating: Until I went up there in May the Second Floor and all rooms/closets therein were COMPLETELY EMPTY. Now every time I go up there there's a new pile of odds and ends. Its not normal stuff either. Sure, there's chairs and clothes and other things that you'd expect to see in a linen closet. But among the strange flotsam I've found (when I was cleaning out that closet I mentioned in that other post:

-Bones
-Chess Pieces
-Facets
-Gears
-Horseshoes
-Letters
-Mannequin Parts
-Propeller Blades
-Sewing Machines
-Teeth
-Umbrellas
-Vases
-Weathervanes

Its all dust covered, and none of it is ever in one piece. I haven't even begun to try to sort through the pile for anything useful, it could take weeks, and every few days or so I hear another crash signalling the arrival of even more garbage. I'm worried about the structural stability of the house if this keeps up, its kind of fortunate about my lack of sleep where that's concerned. Wouldn't want to be buried under an avalanche of junk after all... beneathhumanitieswakeliestheprophetstestament

The Imposter

He's back. Sve- no, not Svend... let's call him... The Imposter; has been watching me from a distance off and on for the last few days. I've had half a mind to charge out guns blazing and take him down, but well, with all the crazy stuff I've been through, that's probably not a wise idea. No, he'll have to come to me, take me on while I have the high ground; and I've got more than a shotgun at my disposal, believe me. I was reluctant to call Svend and find out more about this guy (I was the chief character witness so I'm pretty sure he got off), but it turns out it didn't matter; I've been unable to reach him anywhere. If all else fails, I'll have to go back up to the courthouse and talk to him face to face. What was I talking about before? Oh yes... the Imposter. You'd really think it would be getting to me, but really I'm not that bothered by it. The house is pretty hard to break into, and well... to tell the truth I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I don't feel weak or tired either, it's one of the strangest things yet.
sleepafteryourtaskisdone
Wonder how long it's gonna last...