Even as I type this I can hear his taunts. He watches and studies me. He moves about silently, only to startle me with his voice and scatches that seem to come from outside. He is toying with me....getting bolder as each day passes. I feel his presence and he his strong. I know it's name but dare not utter it for it makes him more attuned to me. He has no fear of the daylight. He has no fear of me as shown not 20 minutes ago.
I heard something on my porch. I opened the door and stared into the very eyes of the demom itself. Not 10 inches from me!! I was looking at the devil who has made my life miserable......standing on two inhuman haunches and gleefully rubbing his fur laden and clawed hands together in delight of my startlement. The demon that plagues my property and moves things, laughs at my terror, and destroys my garden for his own unholy pleasure.
I have no one else to turn to so I must face this demon myself and chace it back to where it came. I called one person who gave me a bit of hope, understanding my predicament. Mom said it was still in the closet of my old room after all these many years! My one hope!!
My Red Ryder BB Gun!!
And if I catch that fucking squirrel in my garden again I will put some BB's in his tail, showing him that in the struggle between good and evil.....good will triumph!! Yes, I will win this battle!!!!!
Hold on, the phone.
Ah, shit! Mom just said there are no BB's to be found.
Fucking lucky squirrel..............
I heard something on my porch. I opened the door and stared into the very eyes of the demom itself. Not 10 inches from me!! I was looking at the devil who has made my life miserable......standing on two inhuman haunches and gleefully rubbing his fur laden and clawed hands together in delight of my startlement. The demon that plagues my property and moves things, laughs at my terror, and destroys my garden for his own unholy pleasure.
I have no one else to turn to so I must face this demon myself and chace it back to where it came. I called one person who gave me a bit of hope, understanding my predicament. Mom said it was still in the closet of my old room after all these many years! My one hope!!
My Red Ryder BB Gun!!
And if I catch that fucking squirrel in my garden again I will put some BB's in his tail, showing him that in the struggle between good and evil.....good will triumph!! Yes, I will win this battle!!!!!
Hold on, the phone.
Ah, shit! Mom just said there are no BB's to be found.
Fucking lucky squirrel..............
