Monday, 23 January 2012

Location location location.

So I saw Harold today but he left before I could do anything besides I haven't figured out how to hurt something made out of smoke yet. Anyways you'll probably think me stupid for this but I actually live in my old house still. The one I murdered my ex-wife and son in? Yeah that one. I never stopped living here. I don't really see the point in finding somewhere else to live and I don't want to spend all my time in the godforsaken place the birds come from so I stay here. As I was at home today trying to figure out where to look next and methods of killing him my vision goes blurry again and then there he is standing in front of me. He merely handed me a gift wrapped box and then disappeared. I haven't opened it yet. I haven't thrown it out either. I probably should. It could be a bomb or something. It's definitely not something I'm going to like... I guess if I'm not going to get rid of it I might as well open it... I'm going to do that now. Wish me luck.

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