User talk:Wolfinsteen

There were always things in this world known to many people, and others known to few. In this document, I will hastily describe to the ones I know to you. It is impossible to say everything at once, due to the short time limit I have, but I will try to write as much as possible on this sheet. Recently, my neighbors moved in. I know what you are thinking, everything happens when somebody moves right? Well, that’s when the changes happen! Now shh! I need to write this down! So, the neighbors moved in, like I was saying, and it just so happens that the neighbors like to engage in a little bit of what’s known by some as the Craft? Others call them Pagans. I call them demons. These neighbors were not your typical kind, they were terrifying. The old woman was scrawny, and always had a shawl about her. It was summer, but I can discount that to her age, and that old women are frail and weak. The man, however, was even stranger. He had a plaid jacket, which he wore most days. It was red and blue, if you wondered. Agh! Don’t distract me! We want important details, not these meaningless trifles! So this man wore a dark red and blue plaid jacket, and underneath, he donned some sort of animal feathers. This man carried a rifle, and it was rather frightening. I was scared out of my wits whenever he sent his hawk-like glare across the fence to me. I began to withdraw into my house out of fear of these new neighbors. The neighborhood didn’t seem to notice anything strange about them, but a few of my old friends and some acquaintances did come by every now and then to check on me. It wasn’t my fault I didn’t go outside anymore, I just couldn’t stand the feeling I received when I tried to even go near that house. Whenever the old woman was outside, she would sit there. She would just sit there, on her rocking chair, mumbling a song in some foreign tongue. To be honest, I think it was backwards English. She was invoking Satan! When I was outside, these peculiar attitudes would peak my interest, and so, and this is before I withdrew into my house, I decided to go and talk to them, and see if you can’t judge a book by its cover. Believe me, I learned then, you can. When I went to the fence, I timidly asked if they would like some company. The man gruffly answered “No, we don’t do company, legna!” At least, that’s what I think I heard. But you can trust me! I am reliable! No, you don’t have to doubt my hearing, it’s impeccable! I pride myself in it! Aggh! Stop distracting me! You are making me furious! I don’t have time to answer your petty questions! Let me write! So anyway, if you didn’t notice, legna is the reverse of angel!!! He knows that I am only trying to do my best for the world! I used to go to church all the time. But that was….before this incident. So anyway, back to the time where we didn’t pull back into my house. I would often go outside. I loved to garden! I would go outside and just spend my time tending my plants. But when the neighbors moved in, the plants began to die out! I don’t know why, I made sure that I kept to my schedule of going outside, but my plants…..sorry? Why were they dying??? To answer your question….witchcraft. I later decided that the simplest thing to do here would be to withdraw inside my protective boundaries. As I said before, the neighbors never seemed to notice anything amiss…and that is strange indeed. The old man in the plaid jacket used to come home sometimes with an animal carcass. That’s not strange I know, the way I described him, you would think he was a hunter. However, what I later noticed was that not all of these animals were dead! Some sort of feline was brought home once. Must’ve been a wild cat. I never saw it again. The neighbors would ask how “Jeffrey” was, and the old couple would say “Fine, thank you.” They weren’t the most sociable. I watched all this out my upstairs window, and withdrew whenever somebody saw me. I knew those glares from the old man were equivalent to death! Another strange occurrence was when the old man brought home a live….wolf? It seemed like it. These were the only two living animals brought home; however, I knew they were making the sacrifices. After all, how could an old man tame a wolf? So I began to board up my windows, knowing that something bad was going to happen. I closed off every entryway, and only once went outside in order to buy a great amount of preserved food. In case you were wondering, I was able to afford it because recently my uncle passed away. He was rich, I inherited it. Anyway, I was boarding up the windows, and stocking up on food. One day, I became bold. When the old man was out hunting, and the old woman was asleep on her chair, I snuck into their house. I would get evidence that they were evil and I would make them leave! As I stepped into the house, an ice cold breeze ran down my spine. So they left the A/C on you ask? No. This was unnatural. My neighbors were evil, don’t forget. I went inside, and saw splotches of red on the wall. It must’ve been blood, there was no other explanation. In their living room, I found it clear of furniture, and on the middle of the floor, a pentagram was drawn in another red substance. Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I definitely saw movement! The deer head that was mounted on the wall had turned its attention to me… There was no way I was staying in that house. I quickly fled, and reentered my own house. I boarded up the door thusly. Months have passed since I originally wrote this for anybody who would be lucky enough to find it. I decided today that I’m going to open the door of my house. There have been strange moans outside, and my curiosity is too strong. But know this, survivor, I predicted that these people would bring hell to my neighborhood, and I can tell you that if there are no more entries, then they did.

“I see. You have elicited more responses from him?” “Yes sir, the strange thing is though, he only repeats an exact paper, verbatim each time. It seems that he has memorized a document. However, I have been able to strategically place questions. He seems to get angry at me for asking them in the middle of his document, but he does answer them.” “Yes well, just tell the people who decided to bring him to us to clean his house of all the Satanic items, and to have a priest disinfect that house. We want anyone who moves in to have peace of mind, no? Tell them to sell the house, because this man, known by himself as ‘Satan,’ is staying here in our asylum.”