Tuesday, July 12, 2011

4th Entry

Things went sour at the meeting last night. Needless to say, I won't be visiting any McDonald's after 10:30 P.M. after last night. They got to my contact. They did something to her. I am not someone who likes conflict... to an extent, you could call me a pacifist. Last night though... That wasn't a woman. She... I don't even know what that thing was. After all these years... I'm still afraid of it. It still manages to stop my breath. And last night... last night was...

Someone once told me that knowledge is power. This knowledge will put your life in danger. If you'd like to remain safe and ignorant, please do not read what I've written below. I will now attempt to retell the events that occurred last night.

I'm trying to figure out how to say this. I'm extremely frustrated with my lack of ability to write my thoughts down. Does this happen to everyone who experiences the supernatural? I mean, honestly experiences the supernatural? Anybody can write about a fictional events, or about "ghosts" and "monsters" that haunt them, but how much of that is really real?

What happened to me... the night went sour after I had arrived at the McDonald's. I can't remember what time it was when I got there. It was dark outside, and the fast-food restaurant smelt awful. I don't know how any of you feel about eating at McDonald's, but I've never been able to eat there without having stomach issues afterwards. The woman I was meeting was an old friend from college, whose name isn't worth mentioning. She has probably had it changed already, or is living under an alias or something. She may not even know who she was before she... changed. She had suggested we meet at the McDonald's, saying it would be a good halfway point for us. There is a lot I need to tell all of you. If you really even care about what I write, you'll find what I have to tell you... well, I suppose it might be enlightening.

I don't really know what my relationship with this woman was. I don't know how we met, if I ever thought of her as anything more than just a friend, or if we hated each other or had any disagreements, all I know is that she knew my parents somehow. I don't know if I introduced her to them, or if she was.... planted... in my life by them... If you have ever experienced anything even remotely like what I'm talking about, I don't need to clarify who they are. Someday... someday I'll mention them by name.

When I arrived at the McDonald's, I should have known something bad was in the works. The store was too quiet. The employees... it was like they had a man holding a gun to each of them. My head is hurting right now, and I'm pretty sure that is a bad sign. A headache is almost always somehow connected to them. They might even be watching me right now... Most likely.

I'm trying to refocus my attention on my writing. My mind is running like crazy...

Anyways, I showed up and bought a drink. I took a seat, and used my iPod to make my third post. Recalling what happened last night I now realize that while I was updating my blog, the employees behind the counter were disappearing... I don't know where they disappeared to, but they just seemed to walk out of sight and evaporate into nothing. I'm uncertain if they were even human. Or real.

Then a car pulled into the McDonald's. It was a Kia, but what kind of Kia I didn't notice.

I have a quick question: Does anyone know about the science of Deja Vu (Is that the correct spelling)? I keep having reoccurring Deja Vu, especially while writing these blogs. I'm just curious if it is in anyway related to them...

A woman stepped out of the car, and I recognized her as my contact from the pictures my parents had shown me of my college graduation. Her hair was cut short, brunette. She was wearing black jeans and a yellow blouse... I think. She wore glasses, and black high-heels. I'm trying to give you a basic idea of what she looks like, if you're interested. She may be wearing the same bloodied clothing that she left in.

She entered through the front door and immediately made eye contact with me. That was when... when I knew something was wrong. I had asked her to bring some documents and photographs... information about my past that I need. I still need that information... but I think I've reorganized my priorities.

I stood up to greet her, sliding my iPod into my pocket. She wasn't smiling... in fact, she had an enraged expression. I remember wondering, "Oh crap, what'd I do? She looks really pissed...". I... I don't know what I was thinking. I kept trying to rationalize why she wouldn't have brought me what I asked for, and why she was wearing that evil glare. I tried to be friendly, greeting her. Then, the horror hit me like a train.

Her jaw... was changing. It was loosening on its hinges, and... and growing? I don't know how to describe it.

All I know is that one moment she looked human, and the next moment she was pressing me against a wall.

She was snarling like a rabid dog, showing me her teeth and I was screaming "What are you doing???" in horror. Her teeth... Row upon row of blood-stained teeth, like a man-eating shark. She snarled and nipped at my shoulder, ripping my jacket.

I completely lost it. I was so confused and my body reacted instinctively. I punched her across the face, sending her reeling backwards. I don't know if I should even refer to that thing as a her...

Whatever it was, it hadn't expected me to fight back like that. I guess most people are too stunned by the monster's appearance to recover like I did.... But this isn't the first time I've dealt with ugly mutations.

I'm still... I don't like thinking about them. What these... things are. I don't even... Honestly, I'm lucky to have survived.

I didn't try and flee. I had just socked the monster in the face, but I was completely paralyzed by fear now. I was realizing what I had just done, when the thing sprang at me again. It was fast, and it moved like a predatory cat. I was able to will myself to step out of the path of it's lunge, and it smashed the wall. Curses poured from the beast's mouth... It spoke English, surprisingly. Apparently, whatever it was, it still had the cognitive ability to form words and communicate verbally.

I didn't try to hold a conversation with it. I grabbed a chair that wasn't screwed to the ground, and spun on my heel in time to see the thing charged at me again. I brought my makeshift weapon down across the thing's back, and stepped around it as it fell forward. The chair had shattered, and the monster was climbing to its feet again... I kicked it in between the shoulder blades, unintentionally driving its face into the corner of a table. While all this was going on, I kept expecting someone to help me. I kept hoping the people who worked behind the counter had called the police, or that they were grabbing a gun from the backroom or something... No help came, though.

I hopped the counter while the thing was recovering from my last attack. It was screaming... I was screaming... I wonder if the sound of our combat had escaped the confines of the McDonald's?

The monster had changed again. It didn't look even remotely human. Its skin darkened, its heels bent out of shape, its blouse tore as the monster exposed two new arms and the things face... it looked like someone had smeared its face out. I don't even know what I was fighting. It wasn't him, I would be dead if I had encountered him, but I'm curious to if this thing was one of his pets? Did he breed these unusual monstrosities  as a hobby? It's silly to even consider it, but who knows.

By now, the thing was up and kicking again. It charged me again, and when it reached the counter it sprang int o the air and dived at me.

But my mind had started scheming, and dodged to the side as the thing came toward me. Its flight path uninterrupted, the things face landed in the boiler (or whatever it's called) where the french fries are prepared. It raged, screaming in a voice that was almost female, and blindly wreaked havoc on anything within arms reach of it.

This is when I took my opportunity to flee. I wasted no time, rushing towards the back door and not checking to see if I was being pursued. It really sucked to find out that the backdoor was luck, but in my panicked rush to escape, I somehow managed to brake the lock with a pan.

Then, I really started to sweat beads when I picked up an odd scent in the air.

I sprinted across the street and glanced over my shoulder in time to see the McDonald's explode in a cloud of red and black and orange. Something had caused a gas leak... Something...

I sat down near the curb... and stayed there for five minutes. Then I heard sirens and I ran home.

I'll update again soon. Sorry for the abrupt cut off. I keep hearing noises from my kitchen... Wish me luck.

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