The Timberwolves II

I was watching the morning news in the hut earlier when they cut to a special report covering a deadly shooting that claimed two lives and injured three others. It involved the gang indiscriminately firing upon a government vehicle at an intersection. It happened right down the street.

What are the motives to this gang anyway? They're so hard to decipher. And to tell the truth, I am becoming more curious by the day. And, more terrified. I keep having this daydream when a bunch of them raid the cemetery, drag me out of this hut, and pull me against my will to the center of the yard.

Maybe I should quit but I can't. It's started. And Ican'tstop.

Thoughtspace

Why did the former keeper bury that useless stuff here? And what does it all mean? Did it mean anything at all? Was he... sane? Was he just aiming to mess with someone? Or maybe it was someone else entirely. Who is in that photo? What's the significance of that quote? What does that note mean by "them?"

Why am I worried about any of it all? I should stay focused on my job!!! Jesus Christ.

Spring Cleaning

I was cleaning out the hut earlier today and I discovered something fishy. A piece of the floorboard fell out while I was vacuuming, revealing a dark, tiny crevice. I reached inside, and pulled out a plastic bag full of various objects.

The first thing within the bag was a balled up piece of paper. I flattened it, and attempted to read it. Scrawled all over the page, over and over again, "Revelations 1-8". It's just a weird bible verse. The next thing I pulled out from the bag was a photograph. There were three kids, and what seemed to be their parents, standing in the middle of a green field. I didn't understand the significance of the picture either. I flipped it over, and underlined in red ink read the phrase: "All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again." The third thing I pulled out was a sticky note, with tiny splashes of blood spilled over it, and scrawled, messy handwriting on it. "DO NOT TRUST THEM."

"Them?" 

The final thing I pulled out of the bag was a shiny wrist watch. I don't know what to do with it, so I'm keeping it with me for now.

I don't trust the Lonely Hearts anymore. I have a bad feeling about this.

Little Crazy

I've been a bit shaken up by what happened last night. It was just plain eerie, and kind of spooky. It was like I was playing some scene from a horror movie out. I don't want to be in that situation again.

Just who is that guy anyway? How is he getting into the cemetery so easily? It isn't easy to climb over those iron-wrought fences. Must be some kind of acrobat.

Not only do I have to deal with this stress, but I've got deal with my mother having another panic attack at her place. She is convinced, get this, that dad has come back to life and he's chilling up in the attic. She has these sporadic breakdowns every couple of months, and I always have to be around to pick up the pieces. I don't want to have her committed, like my brothers do, but I do think she needs some kind of therapy. Some kind of help.

We're all going a little crazy around here it seems, though.

Trembling II

I was on the verge of falling to sleep when I heard the scuffling behind the hut. I immediately grabbed my flash light and jumped up. I slowly approached the window and looked outside.

And the hooded man was there, standing in the moonlight, staring at me while I stared at him.

I bolted to the door, opened it, and rushed outside after him. He was already running.  I chased him. He was running towards the same spot we ended up last time; the center of the cemetery.

Somehow I lost track of him. When I reached the center, he wasn't anywhere in sight. I thought he had disappeared again. I flashed everywhere looking for him. I was about to give up when the beam settled on a figure rising out from behind a grave a fair distance away.

I froze yet again, and it did as well. I stared at him while he was staring at me.

I ran yet again after him. He slowly descended and hid behind the giant gravestone. I got to it and flooded the area with light. The hooded man was gone.

Where did he go? Did he sneak off into the shadows? I looked everywhere. There wasn't any sign of the man. The morning sun rose up above the horizon once again when I got back to the hut.

Explanation

What I meant when I published the last post: I was in a long term relationship a few months ago. It ended when my girlfriend decided to hang herself in our bedroom closet.

Christ, I thought I was dealing with this like a normal person. Or maybe this is how a normal person deals with it. I don't know. All I know is that it's eroding my sanity to have to be embraced by my rotting dead girlfriend every night.

I'm afraid that I might embrace her back one night, and then that's when she'll drag me into the ground with her. I'm afraid of succumbing to her. I'm afraid of being buried alive with her.

I feel so goddamn guilty, too. 

Nightmare

I had a nightmare of her last night when I accidentally dozed off in the hut. It was sudden and fast this time, instead of the dreadful eternal nightmares. One moment, I was in bed, and the next, I felt the crunch of dirt on my legs and the smell of rot before me.

She was there, climbing into bed. I tried to push her away but she pulled me into a kiss.

She was my girlfriend and I loved her. But now she's a corpse and I don't know if I still love her.

The Timberwolves

I had a meeting with my boss today. He's a very nice man. He treats me really nicely, you know? Like, as if I'm actually there. He greeted me with a million dollar smile, shook my hand, and immediately asked if I wanted to go to lunch with him. He took me to some diner and though I was really awkward and not very conversational he didn't seem to mind.

I really like my boss.

He even gave me some information about that gang. They're known as the Timberwolves, and the city has had problems with them for years. Thing is though, they've become much more prominent very recently for whatever reason. He said they had been "provoked." I didn't understand what that meant, should have asked.

He said they're sort of like a bizarre mix between a cult and a gang. That they worshiped some Lovecraft bullshit or something. Explains the sacrifice, I guess.

He told me he really appreciated what I was doing. Said I was brave. Made me really happy.

I don't know what the Timberwolves are really about yet. But, to tell the truth... I am kind of curious.

Trembling

Last night, I heard a noise outside around 3 in the morning. Scuffling in the bushes, the fence behind the guardhouse shaking and rumbling and clanging, and then pebbles crackling. I froze in place... I was convinced they had finally come for me.

I was trembling in place, terrified. But, something came over me to get up, and look outside. So I did. I grabbed a flashlight, and I left the hut. I shone the light in a shaky manner against the immediate gravestones in front of me. Nothing.

I continued into the graveyard, searching. I was so scared. If something had popped out right then, I would have had a horrible heart attack. But nothing did.

Eventually, I found myself near the center of the graveyard.

"Hello? Anyone t-there!?"


I was on the verge of giving up when I saw the hooded man hiding behind the central structure; where the previous gravekeeper had been sacrificed. I shivered and felt myself freeze in place once again.

But the hooded man didn't attack. He ran. Ten seconds later I realized I had to chase him.

He ducked and dodged around graves and I attempted to follow. But, I lost him within the darkness of the graveyard. I searched for him the rest of the night, until morning came. I found no trace of him.

I must be more vigilant. 

Scared

I didn't really think of it before. I mean, I was so excited to finally find a job opening, and my mother yelled at me to jump on it,  but now I realize that... this is a little dangerous. Really dangerous. What if the gang comes back? What if they blast my brains all over the same gravestone? My boss assured my I'd be safe on the job, that nothing fishy would happen except maybe a few homeless stragglers, but... but that gang is still out there, and no one's been arrested regarding the last gravekeeper's fate.

I'm really nervous now. I keep looking over my shoulder, and making sure the door is locked, and closing the blinds. This is dangerous, really dangerous. I should quit. I should really quit.

But besides the terror, there's this other feeling out here that I can't seem to decipher... but also can't seem to want to quit feeling either. I like it out here. It's quiet. It's dangerous. But it's safe.

I'm an idiot.

Cover Up

I'm worried. I didn't really give it any thought before, but what if that gang shows up again? What do I do? What if they try and kill me?

They showed no mercy to the last gravekeeper. In fact, now that I've dug up some dirt on the killing, I've discovered that it wasn't some ordinary murder. I mean, no murders are ordinary, but... this killing wasn't random... but also. Well. I'll just cut to the chase.

He was a sacrifice.

It occured sometime around 4 in the morning, which is strange in of itself. I know it took place at 4, because the file I found indicated that one of the suveillance cameras picked up "suspicious activity" around that time. The gang members jumped the fence on the southeast side of the graveyard, and made their way around to where I'm sitting right now, what I call "the gravekeeper's hut."

They barged in on the poor gravekeeper, who was probably sleeping on the job, considering the blanket and pillow found in the hut. In his startled daze, they grabbed him, pulled him from the hut, and dragged him to the center of the graveyard. Once there, they tied him to the giant memorial gravestone, which belonged to the found of the Lonely Hearts, the organzation that owns the graveyard.

And then they poured gasoline all over the poor fucker and lit him up, right against the gravestone. On the other side of the stone, there was graffitti.

It read: "Embrace the Archangel." And then some other strange design that I can't really identify in the foggy picture that's in the file. They've replaced the gravestone now, so I can't check.

The local news reported this killing as a somewhat random shooting, when in reality, it's much more disturbing than that. This is more in line with cults, than with gangs. It seems as if this was some type of spritual killing, or something....

But. You know...

Why did they cover this up in the first place?

The Inherent Creepiness

I get through most nights at the cemetery alright. I find ways of entertaining myself. Most nights, I write in short, spontaneous bursts, when I'm not surveying the graveyard. Sometimes, I watch a few late night shows. I have a soft spot for Jimmy Fallon especially.

It helps take me away from the darkness of the cemetery. Without any entertainment, I don't know how I'd survive out here. Umm, I mean, on the one hand, I'm away from people. That's good, that's great, that's grand. But on the other.. it kind of gets scary here?

It is a cemetery, so I guess I should have been prepared for that when I signed up for the job. But in those moments where I'm surveying the cemetery, making sure everything is fine, I'm just so jumpy and every shadow looks like it's some sort of monster from beyond and

It makes me nervous. Really nervous. Much more nervous than I need to be.

Besides from the inherent creepiness... I think I like it.

Alone

This is my schedule.

I get up at or around 1 in the afternoon. I shower and get dressed, then I usually either go over to my mother's and help around her house, or I stay home and watch television. Sometimes I go out into town and run errands. Most of the time I'm home watching Scrubs reruns.

Every day, I leave at 4:30 and I'm at the cemetery by 5:10. I unlock the guardhouse, sift through my supplies, and prepare to keep watch over the graveyard. Usually, I bring a quick dinner with me.

And then my shift begins. I'm alone, and by alone I mean completely, utterly alone, from 6:00 at night to 6:00 in the morning. It's my sanctuary.

Formal Introduction

I haven't really formally introduced myself yet, have I? I'm um sorry about that. My names Bill. Bill Reather. Interesting name, huh? I think my mother was cruelly prophetic, because I happen to have asthma.

Besides the name, nothing else about me is interesting. I'm just a collegiate dropout, left behind by everyone else. And I am stuck in suburban New Jersey. But that's alright. I'm comfortable this way, at least.

I don't know what else to say. What else could I say about me?

It's getting late here. It's so cold here.

Lonely Hearts Cemetery

Ummm. Hello, uh, hi. My name's Bill, and I'm... I'm the gravekeeper of the renowned Lonely Hearts cemetery. If you're a resident of this city, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I mean,everyone around here has heard about it... it's treated like hallowed ground.

I took this job up because well... I didn't have a job. And my mother wanted me to really really quickly get a job. Because I needed to help her out, I guess. I need to stay on track, like she says I do.

This job was a steal. That's what everyone keeps saying to me. No one seemed to want this job. That's because... well the last person working here was killed by a local gang one night. So everyone's afraid of being shot at. And umm, not only that, but it's a... a graveyard, y'know?

I told my mom I chose this job because there wasn't anyone else hiring. But that isn't entirely true. When I finally worked up the courage to err call up to inquire about the job, they informed me about how lonely this job on most nights. About how I'd be here, entirely alone, in the dark.

And that's what made me apply for the job. I'm... kind of very much really a nervous person. Very, very nervous. I don't like talking to people, I don't like being around people, I don't like knowing others exist. I like existing by myself. This place is perfect for me. Because what they said is quite true.

No one ever visits Lonely Hearts Cemetery.