last night

last night I was again visited by one of the golden people. I don't know what to think any more because it told me that it was good and the night-people were lying. I am receiving mixed messages and it is making my head hurt.

as more and more time goes by i think that maybe katy's asylum people will be coming for me. i am getting scared, and i don't know what to do. if i leave for a motel they will find me anyway.

i will be on aim later to talk with whoever still likes me, after all those horrible things katy's said...

confusion

last night a night-person came back. i told them to go away and that I knew what they were and it spoke to me. It actually responded. it said its name was Uriel and that it was an archangel, and that the golden beings had lied to me and they were the demons. Uriel told me that I was to fight on the side of good and I would have to resist the temptation the demons offered me at all costs. i asked him what temptation and he said, the human instinct to align with the prettier ones. he claimed that saying darkness is evil is a human idea and that we have things backwards.

and then he left.

i don't know what to think any more. maybe he's right, and the night-people are the good ones. maybe he's wrong, and i'm starting to trust the demons.

my head hurts. bad.

nothing

last night there were no visitors. i was surprised. it was the first time in a few weeks... they usually come, but sometimes they don't.

I've calmed down and I think I'll be able to chat again later today, as long as I'm not talking to Katy. Please, no one believe her. I didn't kill Daddy he did it himself.

no it's not true

it's not true i didn't i didn't tell him to kill himself he did it he did it himself i didn't tell him to why why does she say things like this why does she do it? i'm not crazy i'm not i'm NOT they are real the night-people are real goddamn it

the others

last night i was visited by one of the others. at least, it wasn't a regular night-person so I'm assuming it was an other.

I went to bed at about midnight, and i lay there waiting for my visitor. it came at maybe one thirty... i saw a shimmering gold form at the foot of my bed. I sat up and said, "who are you?!" it replied, "do not be afraid, for i bring you tidings of great joy. in the east we have found another servant, one who will help you greatly when the time comes. what you need to know right is that you have been mislead. we are on the side of good, and the coronzon are evil." Suddenly there was with the being a whole group of forms like it, all shimmering with what i can only assume is the light of God.

"are you the ones who left the message on my blog?" i asked. "are you Gabriel?"

the one who had spoken before (or perhaps it was a different one; i cannot remember clearly) said "yes. I am Gabriel, servant of God. we need your assistance, for it is your destiny to join the war on the side of the good in the ultimate battle between good and evil. i have left you two messages online, and more will come. we cannot visit you every night as the coronzon can, but you need to know that we alone are the archangels."

and then there came a bright flash, and they were gone.

audio clip?!

OK... i was just looking at my profile and there's a link to an audio clip. it has some reversed audio, so i played it forward and it was the voice of a night-person saying his name was gabriel, and there's a war coming, and he needs my help. just so everyone knows, i have no memory whatsoever of recording that audio file or uploading it. maybe the night-people are in my computer...!

things make sense now. i understand where the whole archangel thing came from now... and after hearing that, i believe it.

last night was different

last night i tried to sleep with the light on. it didn't work; i couldn't fall asleep no matter how long i lay there. finally i shut off the bedside lamp and almost immediately i could sense someone at the foot of my bed. before it said anything, i stared right at where i thought it was and asked "are you an archangel?" someone imed me last night and suggested that the night people are archangels. well right when the word came out of my mouth the thing bellowed, became engulfed in flames, burned for a second or two and then went out. it was shaped like a human, and i am almost certain i saw two massive wings rising from its shoulders.

and then it was gone. it didn't come back the rest of the night, and i had a pretty restful sleep.

i am starting to think that maybe the night-people are archangels. that would make the others demons or devils or something, which scares me more than anything.

turkey=bad

thanksgiving was bad today. it was the first time i'd seen katy and carl in a while, and i thought maybe they could help me get rid of the night-people. just because i was sent... there... when i was a kid doesn't make me insane. i had a problem. i'm over it.

the night-people are real.

katy kept telling me to be quiet, that i was embarassing her. she makes me feel like a little kid. I'm twenty-five, for crying out loud. i know what's real and what's not. i know the night-people come in the darkness. i know they need my help. i know katy doesn't believe me, and i know she thinks i'm insane. i heard her talking to carl, her hotshot writer of a boyfriend, about possibly having me committed again. i can't let that happen because then i can't help the night-people get through the storm.

and they need my help.

it's my destiny.

turkey day

happy thanksgiving everyone.

i saw the night-people again last night. they said i don't have much time before the others start appearing to me so i need to be careful.

i am afraid. why me? why have i been chosen? i don't want this. i don't want it at all.

My Name Is Allen

my name is Alan Allen. where i live is not important. the only thing that matters is them. they come to me in the darkness, late at night when the rest of the world sleeps. they come to me, they stand at the foot of my bed, and they whisper thing to me. they want my help. are they ghosts? demons? something else? i don't know. i need your help. you have to help me help them.

the first ones came in september. they told me the storm is coming. then one touched me, and i died. i woke in a morgue with red walls, floors, and ceiling. i screamed and the doctor said i had returned from the dead, it was a miracle, praise jesus. i went home, and that night i was visited again. this one told me to be ready, because soon the other side would try to gain hold of me.

i can't live like this.

i need you to help me.

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