Walking Beneath the Sky

It looks like I've been neglecting the blog huh? Let's remedy that.

Well, the last week has been a blast. Surge may seem like an uptight guy, but when you get to know him, he's a barrel of laughs. Together we've been fixing up around the house (even Jessica was able to pitch in a bit), and the other day we stumbled upon something in the second-floor closet. Its a complete copy of my father's book, Walking Beneath the Sky. Now, I should be sure to point out that my father wasn't exactly... right in the head in his last few years. I'm not quite sure when it started (I would have been less than five years old when he died), but he sort of went off the deep end. He kept a journal of his ramblings, the aformentioned book, which chronicled his descent into madness. Describing the book would be futile; as you can see from one entry I pulled at random:
-Note that word or phrases within [] are guesses, my father's handwriting is fairly poor.

thewinds against me? nononononono withme! always withmeand for what a [semblance] of peace no find the key find the key find the key find the key is watching? yes is always watching tall as the clouds malice [unintelligible] without eyes (without eyes withouteyes noeyesno) hecomes! comescomescomescomes comes always watching yes shadows darkness [neither? weather?] noeyes keep erofsafe breathing inthewell watc her in thewoods yes no comessoon yes [rest is unintelligible]

Not too straightforward. However, there are a few entries that are (for the most part) lucid, like the fragment I read at the trial, and this one: redlies

Another attack today. Father is still trying to rationalize it away but the strain is starting to show. I emptied both barrels into the thing at point blank range and it didn't buckle, it just stood and watched. Its always watching, it never does anything else, at least not to us yet. The Millwright's daughter has gone missing now; it'll be only a matter of days before the police find her empty husk suspended from a tree like the others. I'm terrified of this creature, yet at the same time I can't help but feel drawn to it. Just what is it? What does it want? Can it be harmed at all? Father must have a plan, he spends long nights in the basement, kept company with all manner of noise. There's a showdown coming; it might be tommorow, but its coming soon. The pall of fear over the town intensifies by the day, and something has to give.

Looks like I'm not the first one to see the Tall Man. orthelast