Creepy Kid

I’ve been unpacking stuff since I moved into my new house just over a month ago.   I have some stuff that has been packed for close to 10 years..  I keep finding interesting things that I forgot I had.   I found a box that was full of notebooks recently.   It was things that I wrote a long time ago.   I’ve been reading them.   It’s an interesting exercise.   I kind of recognize the guy that wrote them, but he’s definitely not me.   I’ve decided to treat you today to one of his writings.   It’s not dated, but I’m pretty sure this was written in early 1988.

Looking out over the marsh always gives me the same feeling, the feeling of dread.  I’ve walked through countless times in the daylight but at night something is different, something sinister and foreboding.  I know it’s out there at night.  I know it.  Sometimes I think I can smell its evil stench.  I can hear its breathing.  I know it’s out there; I know it.  I always go back inside.  I watch my rifle above the fire. Someday I’ll need it, the thing will come for me, it will be at my door.  It wants to have me; it wants to make me part of it.  Something brushes the trees; a window creaks.  Is it the wind?  I don’t know; I’m afraid to know.   I sit all alone in my little house, the trees all around, the water near.  Was that it again? It’s the wind, surely it’s the wind.  I’m all alone out here in the marshes, no one for miles, no one to hear me scream.  I moved out here to be alone.   I wanted to be away from people, from cities and technology.   I just wanted to be alone, but I’m not, it’s here.  It’s out there; it wants me.  There’s the window again, is it the wind?   I’ll get my gun in case.   I’ll just hold it; it makes me feel more secure.  It’s going to come tonight.  I can hear rustling in the trees.   It’s out there, it wants me.   I’ll put the gun in my mouth, it won’t have me.

I corrected the spelling and punctuation.  I added some semicolons, but otherwise this is exactly as I wrote it 23 years ago.   I must have been a creepy kid.