Angol
Johnny. The Farm House:
My hand is cramping, but I am almost finished. The dead are quiet right now. Quiet as in, not scratching, not trying to get in. I was glad about that at first, but after a while it has started to bug me. Makes me wonder what they might be up to. It is something to consider, and something for you, whoever you are, to consider too. One of the things we noticed as time slipped by was that those bastards got smarter... Faster... Like... Okay, Crazy-Town, as Lana would say, like they were evolving. There I said it. I know how it sounds, but it is true. Watch for yourself and see.So I wonder if that is what this is. Like they are up to something stealthy... Like those bastards cooked up a plan and are putting it in play... Maybe, maybe not, but it can't be long until sunrise. An although sunrise no longer holds them back, they don't readily come out as much. It's like they need that sleep, just like we do, and they are not far from when they used to be humans, and so they have our sleep cycles... Make sense? Oswego: A small place in New York I had never heard of before. We were there only overnight, but I wish to Christ we had stayed...
