Thursday, 8 December 2011

There's going to be a hurricane!

^A reference to a programme I haven't watched since I was a child. ... The animals of Farthing Wood was better than David The Gnome.

I haven't seen the wind this strong before. The trees in my back garden have survived 90 mph before. I don't know what the windspeed here is, but in the Highlands it's over a hundred - nearly two hundred at the top of the mountains.

He's out there. I saw him. Standing completely still - tentacles waving in the wind.

Can't go out. The wind's too strong. It stripped the felt off the shed. And there's things in the dark.

I don't want to know - go away! I don't want to talk to you! You're bad. You're wrong! I'm not like you.

I'm staying here. It's not safe.


  1. Barb. You're going to be okay. Don't freak out, you've got to stay calm.

  2. That's strange. I don't remember writing this. I just assumed I'd fallen asleep in front of the telly.

    My Dad didn't mention anything unusual, and I've been mostly with him since I got back.

    This is weird.

  3. Wow, I'm sorry I've missed these past few days. I'm not completly sure what he's going on here, but I hope you're doing o.k. And hearing his voice doesn't mean he can control you, but not everyone can understand him. I might talk to him next week, but till then good luck.

    See you around