Waking in the strange

There was something poking me in the back. That's what woke me up. I opened my eyes and still couldn't see. My hair was over my face. I brushed it back, and saw where I was. I have no idea how I got in that closet, but here I was. I sat up, removing the leather spiked heel from between my shoulderblades, and shook my dreads down. I could hear someone outside the door, but didn't know if it was whoever put me here, so I opted to stay quiet. I stood as carefully as I could, trying not to make much, if any, noise, and mingled with the coats and shirts and hangers. I felt my head to see if there were any wounds, but I was fine, my hair was fine, my sash was fine, just a fuzzy, almost drugged feeling. There was something in my shirt pocket, and it was warm. I reached in, and pulled out a teeny, tiny baby. It moved and looked up at me, blinking, and I screamed and fell down, but didn't drop it. Here I am, in a closet, with a miniature baby. What the hell has happened....

Lost?

I've been taking care of the quads now for a few days and unfortunately I lost one of them. I mean...they're so small! I had them sleeping in a tea cup and someone picked up the cup and I screamed. The "cup knapper" jumped and one of the babies fell out. I know...I'm horribly sad and I feel like shit. I've looked everywhere for the baby...but, I can't find it.


On a positive note...I haven't found any gross, bloody, baby grease spots either! I hope the baby that was lost isn't Haggis. It could be though, knowing her luck.



I continue to hunt

Haggis has been reborn!

Haggis has been reincarnated....

...into a little person. She has been reborn into the body of a miniature baby. I'm taking care of all four of them, hoping that I can determine which one she is!

The phone call

A whispered voice, "Follow me," slid from the phone.
"What?" I whispered back.
A sigh and a gravelly cough, "Follow me."
"Ok," I whisper back.
"The child will take you."
I held the phone and listened to the disconnected beep.

I waited for 3 days and no further communication was received. And then yesterday a small boy came to my door. He just said, "Follow."
"Excuse me," I said.
"Follow."
"Let me just..."
The boy turned and started walking away.
"Wait!" I screamed as he shuffled toward the street.
He didn't turn or stop walking. I stood for a moment, undecided.


I finally started running after the boy when he started to disappear around the corner. I followed until we came to an abandoned lot. Then he pointed to a blood puddle. He pointed for about 2 minutes and then he just stood staring. I don't understand what I was supposed to do and he refused to speak, just staring at me with his hands in his pockets.

I don't know what to make of it.....

Communication from the Dead

I received an email from Haggis herself. It was very strange and all it asked was if I wanted to be her friend. Im completely discombobulated. Im the friend of a corpse.


More to come...unless I become one of the walking Dead, too.

Funeral Service

The Wake. Haggis was interred this afternoon. There were many unknown faces and people in very strange dress. An unusual woman with greenish hair and a cream dress officiated. Apparently, there was a will, and Haggis had requested many strange and outlandish things to occur after her death. She never mentioned the document to me...maybe it was written during her service to DuCroix.It was a silent service and the only thing that broke the silence was a little person playing a mandolin and the "clergywoman" intoning, "Arise, Oh Herloghist."


I am completely stumped by the word and the service. After the music and bizarre "speech" the mourners present were informed that the service was over. It was a closed casket, supposedly, due to the state of the corpse. The service was over within 15 minutes and there was no grave-side ceremony.

Now, for the really strange part. I received an email from an unknown source just moments ago with the subject : UNDEAD and the picture posted. That's all. So, my exploration continues.

Haggis is gone

Haggis is Dead. It is a shame that I have to report this horrible news. The young Haggis was found in an abandoned shed, covered in blood and what could have been cough syrup. I had hoped my quest would have found her before her untimely demise, but apparently she ran to her death with arms outstretched. On her face, beneath the smeared makeup and sticky red goop, was a smile. A smile the likes of which I had never seen on her face before. I'm trying to find the culprit of this horrible crime. More information to come.