I managed to sneak into the house. The back door was unlocked. Careless, really.
At least I know who they are, now. None of it makes any sense.
Watching them for a couple of days paid off. They always went out during the day. So I knew I had some time. Of course, thinking about it, I should really know where they are every moment, but it's a bit hazy.
I managed to get a little food, and they had some bottled water. I feel bad for stealing from them, especially now I know who it is.
Maybe I'll wake up and this was all a dream. Maybe.
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Monday 22 February 2010
Day 692 / 116
I'm almost totally mesmerised, staring at the house out of the window.
Sometimes I sleep, though. Randomly throughout the day I find myself closing my eyes, and when I open them again, it's a few hours later. When I'm not sleeping, I'm watching.
During the day, the two of them go out in the car. Always, the taller man drives when they leave, and always, the girl is driving when they get back. I know these two people, I'm sure of it. They went out this morning.
There's nothing to eat in this shed. A few old paint cans and a web-laced coil of hose pipe aren't really that appealing, to be honest.
I can hear the car now.
If they go out again tomorrow, and I have a feeling they will, I might have a look around the house. I hope they don't catch me.
Sometimes I sleep, though. Randomly throughout the day I find myself closing my eyes, and when I open them again, it's a few hours later. When I'm not sleeping, I'm watching.
During the day, the two of them go out in the car. Always, the taller man drives when they leave, and always, the girl is driving when they get back. I know these two people, I'm sure of it. They went out this morning.
There's nothing to eat in this shed. A few old paint cans and a web-laced coil of hose pipe aren't really that appealing, to be honest.
I can hear the car now.
If they go out again tomorrow, and I have a feeling they will, I might have a look around the house. I hope they don't catch me.
Sunday 21 February 2010
Day 691 / 115
I am alive.
This has come as rather a shock to me, to be honest. The last thing I remember was hearing a window smashing, then the sound of something metallic and heavy hitting the wooden floor with a thud and rolling up against a wall, loud voices from outside, and then a feeling of immense pressure, a blinding light, searing burning pain, and then... nothing. Nothing, for so, so long.
But here... here I am.
I appear to have awoken in a small building constructed from wooden planks, like a shed maybe. Small gaps between the planks are letting narrow beams of light pierce the darkness. Through the flimsy plastic window I can see a house.
I've been watching the house for a little while now. Occasionally I see movement, brief shapes passing the windows.
I'm hungry.
This has come as rather a shock to me, to be honest. The last thing I remember was hearing a window smashing, then the sound of something metallic and heavy hitting the wooden floor with a thud and rolling up against a wall, loud voices from outside, and then a feeling of immense pressure, a blinding light, searing burning pain, and then... nothing. Nothing, for so, so long.
But here... here I am.
I appear to have awoken in a small building constructed from wooden planks, like a shed maybe. Small gaps between the planks are letting narrow beams of light pierce the darkness. Through the flimsy plastic window I can see a house.
I've been watching the house for a little while now. Occasionally I see movement, brief shapes passing the windows.
I'm hungry.
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