Saturday, April 2, 2011

Blog on Hold

Oh, you all know it’s fake anyway.  Anyway, I do intend to come back around to this eventually, but there are several blogs I’m running in addition to this one.  I just don’t have time for it at the moment, and I’m dissatisfied with the writing I do have. 

I’m going to be eventually deleting the posts and starting over, as the time gap would absolutely kill any immersion there might have been.  I know this is extremely hypocritical of me to say since I made an entire topic about not deleting blogs.  On the other hand, I’m going to be rewriting essentially the same thing, only better, and I’m restarting for timing reasons.

But anyway, this blog will be abandoned now for a while.  If you really think it’s necessary to save the “rough draft” posts, though, go ahead.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

...Was it a dream?

I looked around the house a bit after posting.  That trapdoor?  It exists.  I was terrified, but went down anyway.  Stupid move, I know, but I just had to know.  Anyway, I went down into the cellar, and in the back, the poker table was still there.  The cards were all still laid out, with one card in the middle of the table.

The joker card.  More words scrawled on it:

Open your eyes I see
Your eyes are open
Wear no disguise for me
Come into the open
~The Gambler
The words somehow feel familiar.  Linked to the dream somehow.
But it was a dream, wasn’t it?  I mean, I was a unicorn in the dream.  But how would I have known about this place before the dream?
I’m not going to lie, I’m terrified.

Strange dreams

I’m…I’m still alive.  For now.  I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around, though.  I’ve been feeling sick again.  The fear is constant.  I feel like I’m about to snap.  I’m just a lost man clinging to his last few shreds of sanity.  This is completely unnatural.  Insane.  Crazy.  How can I stay sane when surrounded by things like this?

I’ve been having dreams.  But the weirdest one was last night.  It just seemed so…so vivid.  I’m writing it down so that I don’t forget it.

I woke up in the middle of the night.  There was an incredible amount of noise coming from downstairs.  Music.  It sounded like a party.  Now, I was terrified, but I was incredibly curious.  I started searching around downstairs for the source, and finally came across a trapdoor in a closet where the music seemed to be coming from.

I lifted it up and descended down the stairs below into a dimly lit, smoky cellar.  This was definitely where it was.  In the background, that faint music, repeating endlessly.  I warily walked through the smoke and stumbled across the most curious thing I’ve ever encountered…and one of the most disturbing.

There was a poker table, around which sat four unicorns in dapper suits.  As I stepped closer, I noticed that none of them had faces…only blank space where their eyes, noses, and mouths would be.  The dealer gestured to me, then to an empty chair.  Too stunned to do anything else, I sat, and picked up the hand that had been laid in front of me.

I picked it up, stunned at my hand.  Four aces.  I kept a straight face, though.  I’ve played my fair share of poker rounds, and I’m not too bad of a player.  I knew that I had the winning hand.

I looked a bit closer as we sized each other up.  The dealer, on close inspection…didn’t seem to be a unicorn at all.  It looked like something more humanoid, dressed in a unicorn mask and with fake hooves.  Why this man would pretend to be a unicorn is beyond me, though.

“All in,” said one unicorn (somehow).  Everyone pushed in all their chips.  I did as well.

One by one, they went around and revealed their hands.  The first unicorn revealed a hand of all jacks.  Another of all queens.  The third of all aces.  And the dealer revealed his hand: five faceless kings.

“You lose,” he said from where his mouth should have been.

Suddenly, blood started flowing from the tips of the unicorns’ horns, flowing down the horns and splashing onto the floor.  I looked down and saw that it was already an inch high.  I looked back at my hand and saw that I held them in not hands, but hooves.  The dealer held up a mirror for me, revealing that my face was that of a unicorn.

And then I woke up.

I can’t be sure, but I think I might know what that third, unknown figure outside is.

Thursday, March 17, 2011


I’m trapped.  I’m scared.  This house is…it’s not safe anymore.  But staying is still safer than leaving.  I can’t leave.  They’ll kill me if I do.

At night, I see things sometimes.  I’ve seen three different figures.  The first is the man with the moustache.  I think that’d be Bartholomew.  The second is that tall suited man.  I’m not sure, but he might be that Dapper Fiend that the old man told me about before…well, you know.  I’m really worried.  I hadn’t seen him before that dream.  However, it’s like, as soon as I dreamt about him, he appeared.

Anyway, the third figure is the one that makes the least sense.  I don’t think any of them are human, but this one isn’t even humanoid.  It’s like a horse.  Only not a horse.  I’ve only seen it once, but it looks too big for a horse.  And it looks…too beautiful.  And not beautiful in a good way.  There’s something to its majesty that’s unsettling.  It’s an unnatural beauty that’s terrifying.  It was only glance, and it was dark, and it was far away, so I couldn’t even make out the color, and only barely the shape.  But that one glance I saw made me break down.  I collapsed to the floor and started crying.  Half of it was terror.  But the other half was euphoria.  Terrifying and entrancing at the same time.

Then there’s the mystery of who The Gambler is.  Is it one of the three out there, or something else entirely?  It’s quite possible that I’m dealing with four different entities here.

I…I don’t even know.  I’ve only seen them all once or twice.  The Gambler hasn’t done anything past delivering that card.  I hear them, mostly.  Outside.  Clopping hooves.  Laughter and whispers mixed with the wind.  And…I can almost just faintly hear music.  A beautiful, entrancing, high-pitched song.  I can’t listen to it—just hear it.  As soon as I try to make anything out, I can’t hear it anymore.

I don’t know what’s going on.  They don’t do anything!  They just watch the house every night.  I can’t see them.  But I can hear them, and I can feel them.  And I see them in my dreams sometimes.  They’re shadowy, and I can barely make them out, but the Dapper Fiend shows up in my dreams every night.  He does something to me in my dreams…I know he does.  But when I wake up, I can’t ever remember what.

I need help here.  If anyone is reading this, I think I’m starting to go a bit crazy.  If someone, ANYONE, can explain any of this, I’d be so very, very grateful.  Because really, I’m about ready to believe anything by this point.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Findings from the card

So I did some searching.  A quick Google search of the words on the back of the card revealed that it was from a song called “Blow” by an artist called Ke$ha.  I don’t get what that has to do with anything, really.  It doesn’t sound like a particularly good song, and there’s not much to take from the lyrics other than what seems like abstract threats of violence.

I also watched the music video.  It seems like every music video is designed to be as weird as possible.  There was a party with that one guy from Dawson’s Creek, a bunch of unicorns in suits, and who I assume is Ke$ha.  I don’t see why people like her so much.  She can’t sing, and she’s not particularly attractive.  Maybe things have just changed since I was young, though.  But anyway, I’m rambling.  She’s at a party or something with all these suited unicorns and Dawson’s Creek Guy, and then the start…shooting at each other for some reason?  And evidently unicorns bleed rainbows.  But then Ke$ha kills DCG and mounts his head on the wall.  Like I said, it’s weird and makes no sense.

I’ve stayed locked up in the house since I discovered the couple yesterday.  I’m absolutely terrified.  I can’t go out.  It doesn’t feel safe out there.  But anyway, I checked out the house a bit more.  After all, it’s not like the couple really cares anymore.  There’s a cellar and an attic that I can hide in if need be.  They’d maybe buy me a bit of time.

I don’t even know what to do anymore.  This…this isn’t right.  It’s completely unnatural.  Nothing about this makes sense.

I’m so scared.  I’m scared for my life over a myth.  I don’t know what to do anymore.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Very Bad News

Oh…oh god.  Oh god oh god oh god.

They’re dead.  The old man and woman.  They’re both dead.  I came downstairs this morning and there was a weird smell and I walked into the kitchen and they were both laying there dead on the floor.

Oh my…blood.  Blood everywhere.  It was all over.  It looked like they had both been gored in the chest.  I started retching, so I ran upstairs to the bathroom.  I spent a good half hour just throwing up and sobbing.  The blood.  It…it was everywhere.  So brutal.  Why did they…oh god.

But anyway, the bad news doesn’t stop there.  They were dead.  I saw them.  It wasn’t a dream.  You don’t imagine a sight like that.  Or a smell.  But when I finally worked up the nerve to go back downstairs, the bodies were gone.  Everything had been cleaned up.  I looked around, and all I could find was a face-down playing card.  The back had something scrawled on it:

Now what
We're taking control
We get what we want
We do what you don't
Dirt and glitter cover the floor
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored

I turned the card over.  The King of Hearts.  Again, a message scrawled on it:

We are taking over.  Get used to it.

The Gambler

They’re…oh, god, they’re dead.  And now there’s this.  I…does anyone have any idea what that message means?  Most of it’s fairly obvious, but there’s parts that seem…I don’t know, unusual.  Unnatural, maybe.  The last three lines that were on the back, mostly.  Does anyone have any idea what it could mean?  I have a feeling that my life depends on it.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Catching Up

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much lately…things have been a little hectic here recently.

After my chat with the old man, I got a bit worried.  He talked about the noise of clopping hooves, and how, if I heard them, there’s no more hope for me.  Well, as you all know, I heard them.  I’ve been afraid to go out at all.  I considered just leaving the area completely.  Understandably, I was a bit stressed.  I think it was the stress that caused me to get sick.  That fever knocked me out for a few days.

I kept having these strange dreams while I was sleeping.  The one I can remember best was something like this: I was outside at night again, just like that one night that I went for a walk, and I looked up at the tree.  There was that man there, up in the tree.  The moon was brighter, though, and I could see a bit more clearly.  He wore what looked like a suit with a top hat, and his moustache extended at least a foot on either side of his face.  I just barely discern the glint of moonlight off of a monocle and an axe.

It was who the old man had described in his story.  Bartholomew.

I turned to run, but in the distance, I saw a shadowy figure.  It was a horse.  At least, I think it was a horse.  It was a bit too far off to make out very well.  I paused, which I shouldn’t have done.  Because some sort of tendril wrapped around my ankle and lifted me into the air.  As I dangled upside down, I saw that whoever (or whatever) was lifting me was wearing a suit.  I assumed it was Bartholomew.  However, the tendril kept lifting me.  Higher than I would have expected.  Eventually, the tendril wrapped around my leg held me so high that my head was level with the man’s.  I opened my eyes cautiously and stared into his face.

He had none.

I’m sure it was the fever.  It had to be.  But that the dream drew so much from the old man’s story?  This place isn’t good for my sanity anymore.  I’m going to leave in the next few days.