Unreasonable Misgivings

Suspicious activities linger within these walls...

Deeds for which I cannot explain or justify with reasonable logic.

Such horrendous things that words can barely describe my confounded mind as I attempt to contemplate the reasons for such irrational actions.

This is a tale impossible to communicate through words alone. I must employ a shocking visual show to explain the horrors that have manifested themselves within the building I currently call home.

Many students would take pride in describing their home as a 'mad house', parties and alcohol galore. Unfortunately, my 'mad house' pertains shady undertones of pure insanity and satanic possession. My home has become an asylum for acts of perverse madness.

 

The first lingering demon to stalk my hallway has intentions to rival the most hedonistic dictator. Items of soiled undergarments are left at random. Pictured below are just two examples of this behaviour.

One could put such apparitions down to carelessness, but alas, the following information will shock you to your core.

These items cannot be the misplaced remnants of a once beloved uniform, for their presence has been felt for many moons now. Over four months have passed while these very same items have gathered dust. Waiting, as if collecting more than just discarded skin, flecks of clothing and unwanted organic material.

What's more, one such item lingered for a number of days upon a surface fit for no soiled sock.

Such an abhorrent piece of satanic symbolism has never scarred itself into my memory as did this. A kitchen worktop is a Holy platform. Miracles of flavour occur on these plinths:

Lemon and Sugar.

Ham and Pineapple.

Salt and Vinegar.
Torvill and Dean.

Such flavours were gifted from the Gods. And yet, this subversive house attempts to defile the saintly pureness of their marriages.

And yet, the tale cannot end here. As much as my heart implores me to stop, my mind knows that the world must know these dangers. Dearest reader, enter into this tale with trepidation for none but the strongest of mind and gut must dwell past this milestone.

You have been warned.

The next portal in this journey through this downward spiral into Dante's world of brimstone and fire is another pillar of Holiness. The Bathroom.

It is widely believed that cleanliness is next to godliness, and yet our haven for purging ourselves of the day's dirt and sin has been infiltrated by yet more ungodly activities.

This monstrosity was found today, I can barely describe the horror with which I approached it. What kind of a man would see this act as a necessity? Which is why I can only conclude its father to be of the demonic realm.

I fear that my chances of retaining a sinless, cleansed body have been savaged by this infestation of malevolence, clawing footholds into every room of my existence.

May I assure you, dear reader, that my heart longs for these misgivings I feel for my safety to be put to rest when I escape these walls. Alas, my safety is not even assured after escaping these ceilings, the roof set upon our world by the Lord  houses yet more repulsive signs.

This very Demonic Veracious Disc was found amongst the gravel bed that is our humble garden. It, by some evil force, has burrowed its way into my home, and here it resides as if held by an unnatural, unforgiving force.

You would be a fool to not see the devilish visage that shines from this case. Its apparition chilled me to my bones, I only wish that your peril is markedly less significant than mind, as my heart refuses to rest within my chest.

The final act that has set my feeble heart and frail body alight with fear occurred a number of months ago, but the resonance of its dawning has only recently becoming glaringly obvious to my recovering mind.

You see a mouse. But this is more than a mouse.

This mouse is dead.

Its soul no longer scuttles these floorboards. Its heart stopped fuelling its emotions many moons past. Its rodent teeth have gnawed their last wire.

The body of this animal remained in this house for three nights – one night for each of the Holy trinity – before its removal was forced.

Now, if this tale has not thoroughly spooked you now then rest assured that it will haunt you for years to come. I can barely force myself to continue through life with these demons surrounding me, and yet I know I must continue, if only to tell stories such as this one.

I fear that many more horrors continue to shadow me throughout my life here, and yet their subtle activities are yet to show themselves. I shall keep an open mind and a vigilant eye and report back.

Thank you for reading.