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    Thursday, May 6th, 2004
    11:33 pm
    ......My God, how long has it been now? Time means nothing for me as one day bleeds into the next....
    I have nothing to do, no-one to talk to...
    I moved into this house to be close to that girl, Dawn...
    But I havent said anything to her, havent tried to...
    It makes me feel a bit like a stalker or something...
    Its not like I peek into her window or anything...
    Much as Id like to...
    But what would I even say?
    "Hey, remember me? Im that guy you had a weird dream about, want to hang out?"
    But it DID mean something, that dream...it was a mutual dream..I had the same exact one...
    And the way I feel around her....calm.
    It HAS to mean something..but what?
    So much is a mystery to me...
    EVERYTHING is a mystery to me now...
    The other day some people came into the house...a realtor showing some couple around...
    I hid in the attic....
    They never checked, thank God...
    I hope they dont buy, I cant imagine where else Id go...
    Maybe Id just stay here....live in the attic, like some ghost....
    I could rattle chains and stuff, maybe scare 'em away...
    Or not.
    Theyd call the police and Id have some serious explaining to do...
    But what the hell would I say?
    Sorry, folks, just needed a place to crash, and the girl next door really sends me...
    ( sighs )
    Christ, this is so fucked up....
    Something needs to happen...questions need to be answered...
    But how can I get answers when I dont even know the questions?
    Monday, February 23rd, 2004
    6:54 pm
    Settling In
    Ive found a house to live in....
    Ive gotten tired of living in that cold cemetery, with all the vampires and the other weirdos...
    God, Im so glad to be out of there...
    Even though it calls to me, like I should have stayed, like I actually belong there....
    I dont know what that means, and honestly, I dont WANT to know what that means, so I figure its best to just try and keep all that out of mind...
    Anyway, the house I live in is abandoned...
    And its right next door to where that girl Dawn lives...
    I know, I know....
    But I just couldnt help it....
    Besides, it all works out well, the house being empty, me needing a place to stay, me being around the only person that makes my feelings of unease and dread disappear....even if she is all the way next door...
    One strange thing about the house, though....
    Theres a feeling, a sense of things here....
    Like something...EVIL....used to live here...
    Great, just what I need.....more weirdness....
    Monday, January 26th, 2004
    11:17 pm
    Drifting
    Time is moving...and Im drifting with it...
    Christmas has passed...so has New Years....
    Im still here...what for, I have no clue.
    I feel so alone, a part of nothing....
    Like a house that once had a great family living in it, with good times and plenty of love...
    But something made them move out.
    And the house is empty.

    I had a dream about that girl again...Dawn, I think her name was.
    I wish I could see her again.
    Maybe she can help me..but how?
    Im so confused....
    This had better end soon, or I think I'll go out of my mind...
    Or maybe I already AM....
    Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
    12:00 am
    Walking
    ( Walking down Revelo Drive...his hands in his pockets, feeling a bit stupid.....Looks up at the Summers House,pauses, sighs, shakes his head.....walks past...)
    Sunday, November 9th, 2003
    10:59 pm
    Dread
    The streets of this town get eerily quiet late at night...
    But the cemeteries dont.
    For some reason, ALOT of people hang out here. I cant imagine why, but its true.
    Younger people, mostly....and they do strange things.
    They hang out in crypts, whole gangs of them...
    And they never seem to know Im there, cause Ive watched them....
    But something about them fills me with...dread.
    I cant describe it completely, but it chills me...
    Completely.
    I hate this...I hate what I am now....
    Without even knowing what that is ......
    God help me....
    Thursday, November 6th, 2003
    11:08 pm
    Finding the Girl and Scaring Animals
    I met her..in person.
    So, I know shes real and I know Im not insane...
    And the best part?
    She didnt freak out and call the police, which I would have totally understood had she done that.
    Her name is Dawn...and shes beautiful, and sweet, and nice...
    Have I mentioned that she doesnt think Im crazy?
    Well....she doesnt, thank God.
    But part of ME still thinks I am...
    Ive been hanging out in this lousy cemetery for a couple of nights now...
    Its the only thing that calms my nerves..I feel so...tense? Jumpy?
    I dunno...
    And heres another thing...some people cant see me.
    A group of guys were in the cemetery screwing around, drinking and stuff, and I stood right there, in plain sight, and they didnt see me..like I wasnt there.
    Weird...
    And animals are scared of me...hows that for fun, huh?
    A dog freaked out as I walked by him on the street, birds fly away from me, cats hiss at me...
    I just dont understand....
    This sucks...
    Id like to see Dawn again....
    I think...yeah...maybe I will...
    She can see me..and I dont scare her....
    At least, I think I dont...
    Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
    12:08 am
    Strange World
    Ive been walking around for the past couple days...I dont know where Im going....
    This place seems familiar to me somehow, but I cant quite place it...
    Sunnydale, I know the name at least...
    Kinda funny name, really...seems to go out of its way to be warm, friendly...
    But deep down, its anything but.
    At night, I feel drawn to the cemetery...which scares the hell out of me.
    But I can calm down there, I dont feel so confused...
    I wish I knew why.
    I went to try and find HER the other night...I think I did, actually, because I felt better when I thought she was near...
    I just stood outside the house I thought was hers, which made me feel like some stalker, but I couldnt help it...
    But some people came out, and I hid...
    I wish I knew what the hell was going on....
    Maybe some food would make me feel better...
    Its funny, though, I havent felt hungry since I got here, and its been what, 4 days?
    THAT cant be good....
    I wish I knew what was going on.....
    Friday, October 31st, 2003
    6:32 pm
    Samhain
    ...I..I hear voices, chanting voices...many as one.
    I can feel the heat from the bonfires...I see wicker baskets in flames...and inside them, I see...
    Its horrible...
    Are those people burning? I-I can smell it...
    Its..its so horrible...
    Oh, God..where the Hell am I?
    I feel alone, so alone....even though I am surrounded by these figures in black...
    Their faces inside the hoods look like smoke, like evil ghosts...
    One of them touched me...his hand was all open sores and cancer...and he laughed as he gripped my arm....
    "Youll be the vehicle, boy..you will speak for all of us...Tonight is the night when the barriers are broken...let them have their fun for now, but soon, soon all will be black and vengence served..."
    And then he went back to the others, rejoining the chant as the twisted bodies burned....
    I-I think Im losing my mind....
    I...
    I see her...the face from my dreams..shes GLOWING, Im drawn to her..I-I dont understand..but I need to get out of here, away from these people and the horrible burning of the baskets...
    Please God, let me out of here..out of here..out of here....
    ( Taylor blinks....and finds himself sitting, alone in a graveyard....He looks around, confused...He feels cold, alone...but the figures in the hoods are gone..the burning baskets are gone, the chanting silent...He shakes his head, leaving the cemetery, drawn...drawn to Revelo Drive...)
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