I've been looking through the files kept at the local library.
This was from 2008.
"Tragedy struck the small town of Hardingville as they mourn the disappearance of three children. Jess, Cain, and Luke Thatcher, ages 12, 9, and 4, were discovered to be missing at 3:28 PM...
...upon inspection of the woods, they found the torn remains of the shirt last worn by Cain thatcher...
also found amongst the woods were the remains of animals, mainly blackbirds such as rooks, crows, and sparrows, found eviscerated at various areas, even found hanging by their feet from an old willow tree."
This was from five months ago.
"Warren G. Harding High School- A Cuckoo's Nest?
Previous custodian for the first and second floors of the esteemed Warren G. Harding High School (noted in the 2010 surveys to be the 5th most well recieved high school in Indiana), Peter Lorri, age 36, was admitted to the Greyson Mental Institute for the Emotionally Unwell, led by Dr. Theodore Masque...
he has frequently claimed to be seeing messages carved into the walls. However, upon further inspection, no signs of any carved messages have ever been found on any walls reported...
...among his custodial works are the second floor male restrooms, teacher's lounge, and rooms 102-119, rooms 210-225, and the garden."
...then I saw the picture with the article, and it was taken in the garden.
THERE WASN'T A WILLOW TREE.
It was taken only five months ago, and the willow tree I saw in the garden just yesterday would have to have been there at least ten years or more to even be that size...
...the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Monday, April 8, 2013
The Stitches are Finally Gone
The doctor said they'd be gone in two months. A knife wound up my arm. Parting gift from Sheila. I took the time to go back through my records...
...I guess I could talk about what I'm- well- talking about. That's what blogs are for right? Venting and shit? I don't know. I moved here so I could get away from my problems, but
Back five or so years ago, I was still married to Sheila. She's left a lot of scars- physical and otherwise. We met in Delaware, got married in 2002, and we had two children. It wasn't till 2005 that I found out she was a serious alcoholic, and our second kid, Daniel... oh God damn her. She took a nice, tender life away from him by drinking while pregnant. She drank so much in those nine months that it actually affected his genetic makeup, and gave him Trisomy 18- Edward's Syndrome.
Then she took what happened with Daniel out on me. She broke two fingers on my right hand. Then when I foolishly refused to fight back or defend myself, she realised I'm a good punching bag to take out all her shit on. Every time she had a problem, she got drunk and thrashed me. Then she started using blunt weapons and started breaking bigger bones.
I've tried easing her when she sobered up and realized what she did. She had help for a while.
Then I saw her go back to her old ways, and start breaking Dan's arm.
I divorced her. She somehow kept up a poker face, accused me of abuse, passed off all the lacerations and broken bones as isolated incidents (why did I keep covering up for her in the goddamn medical reports) and it was all my lawyer could do to keep the tables from completely turning onto me and getting me a long prison sentence.
In the end, she got full custody of the kids. Last I heard, Danny "fell down the stairs..."
Goddammit. I'm going to go out. I need a drink and the principal says that my loitering around the school is a little unnerving and that now the kids are making me an urban legend. "The Right Hand of The Weeper."
"Right Hand of The Weeper" my fucking ass. Like an urban legend's gonna recruit my ass for anything.
...I guess I could talk about what I'm- well- talking about. That's what blogs are for right? Venting and shit? I don't know. I moved here so I could get away from my problems, but
Back five or so years ago, I was still married to Sheila. She's left a lot of scars- physical and otherwise. We met in Delaware, got married in 2002, and we had two children. It wasn't till 2005 that I found out she was a serious alcoholic, and our second kid, Daniel... oh God damn her. She took a nice, tender life away from him by drinking while pregnant. She drank so much in those nine months that it actually affected his genetic makeup, and gave him Trisomy 18- Edward's Syndrome.
Then she took what happened with Daniel out on me. She broke two fingers on my right hand. Then when I foolishly refused to fight back or defend myself, she realised I'm a good punching bag to take out all her shit on. Every time she had a problem, she got drunk and thrashed me. Then she started using blunt weapons and started breaking bigger bones.
I've tried easing her when she sobered up and realized what she did. She had help for a while.
Then I saw her go back to her old ways, and start breaking Dan's arm.
I divorced her. She somehow kept up a poker face, accused me of abuse, passed off all the lacerations and broken bones as isolated incidents (why did I keep covering up for her in the goddamn medical reports) and it was all my lawyer could do to keep the tables from completely turning onto me and getting me a long prison sentence.
In the end, she got full custody of the kids. Last I heard, Danny "fell down the stairs..."
Goddammit. I'm going to go out. I need a drink and the principal says that my loitering around the school is a little unnerving and that now the kids are making me an urban legend. "The Right Hand of The Weeper."
"Right Hand of The Weeper" my fucking ass. Like an urban legend's gonna recruit my ass for anything.
The Garden
I decided that, after all my work is done, I'd tend to the garden.
You know what I found?
Dead crows.
Dead fucking crows, all either torn to pieces, beheaded, or with a huge jagged hole right in their stomachs. Goddammit, Weeping Willow, whoever the hell you are, if this is some kind of message, it's not funny.
And as I was leaving, I heard the sobbing... it cuts in about halfway, but I think I got most of it, save a couple of seconds at the beginning.
Decided to analyze the audio before posting... there's more than one cry. ...if you listen close enough, you can hear the cries of babies.
What. The Actual. FUCK.
You know what I found?
Dead crows.
Dead fucking crows, all either torn to pieces, beheaded, or with a huge jagged hole right in their stomachs. Goddammit, Weeping Willow, whoever the hell you are, if this is some kind of message, it's not funny.
And as I was leaving, I heard the sobbing... it cuts in about halfway, but I think I got most of it, save a couple of seconds at the beginning.
Decided to analyze the audio before posting... there's more than one cry. ...if you listen close enough, you can hear the cries of babies.
What. The Actual. FUCK.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Black Blood
I found something today. Honestly, I... I'm not sure what it is, and I don't think I want to know.
I was mopping up Room 213 when I saw the little droplets of it in the next room over, leading away. I went over to take a look and it was pitch black. It seemed to be almost curling into smoke in the air, and it reflected no light.
I stared at it for a good long while. I was reminded... reminded of the children's stories...
(SHE BLEEDS BLACK BLOOD)
But it's probably... pudding? No, it couldn't be pudding. Or it could be blood that's coagulated and dried... but that wouldn't work either.
No... it'd have to be... ...but it couldn't possibly be that either, I know that, but then I heard the sobbing. The sobbing was louder. It's got to be in my mind. So I cleaned up the substance as best I could.
(BLACK BLOOD)
and I tried my best to find the source of the substance. It seemed to stop on the stairs. What was it? I went straight home. I didn't feel like resting by the tree that day.
-Jacob Mills
I was mopping up Room 213 when I saw the little droplets of it in the next room over, leading away. I went over to take a look and it was pitch black. It seemed to be almost curling into smoke in the air, and it reflected no light.
I stared at it for a good long while. I was reminded... reminded of the children's stories...
(SHE BLEEDS BLACK BLOOD)
But it's probably... pudding? No, it couldn't be pudding. Or it could be blood that's coagulated and dried... but that wouldn't work either.
No... it'd have to be... ...but it couldn't possibly be that either, I know that, but then I heard the sobbing. The sobbing was louder. It's got to be in my mind. So I cleaned up the substance as best I could.
(BLACK BLOOD)
and I tried my best to find the source of the substance. It seemed to stop on the stairs. What was it? I went straight home. I didn't feel like resting by the tree that day.
-Jacob Mills
Urban Legends
I've been working here for about one week now. Generally, the classes tend to keep their rooms clean, and the teachers are generally okay as far as letting me in goes. I have had to settle a dispute between two sophmores. Then I get to garden.
I love the garden. It sits at the center of the courtyard of the high school, that is surrounded by benches and the ring-shaped cafeteria that surrounds the school (it's a cylindrical shape, btw).
At the center of the garden is the tree.
A tall, overhanging willow, still without buds, but it's barely out of winter at this point, so that's expected. I just sit there. I sit there and think about my life before, and how I'm so glad to have gotten over it.
But I have heard things from the kids around the school.
They talk about The Weeping Woman. Apparently, even the teenagers are so fearing of this woman that they are trying their hardest to do good to not anger her, even small things like littering, thank God. The fight I had to break up was about the Weeping Woman as well, apparently.
They say she's a woman. A woman engulfed in unnatural shadow, even in full daylight. A woman that cries black blood.
It's interesting, and kudos to this urban legend for making my job easier.
-Jacob Mills
I love the garden. It sits at the center of the courtyard of the high school, that is surrounded by benches and the ring-shaped cafeteria that surrounds the school (it's a cylindrical shape, btw).
At the center of the garden is the tree.
A tall, overhanging willow, still without buds, but it's barely out of winter at this point, so that's expected. I just sit there. I sit there and think about my life before, and how I'm so glad to have gotten over it.
But I have heard things from the kids around the school.
They talk about The Weeping Woman. Apparently, even the teenagers are so fearing of this woman that they are trying their hardest to do good to not anger her, even small things like littering, thank God. The fight I had to break up was about the Weeping Woman as well, apparently.
They say she's a woman. A woman engulfed in unnatural shadow, even in full daylight. A woman that cries black blood.
It's interesting, and kudos to this urban legend for making my job easier.
-Jacob Mills
Introduction
I came to Warren G Harding High School today. Principal Phil Tirell gave me the guidelines and a list of duties and locations I was to work in every day during certain times. He also gave me a map of the school grounds.
The guidelines are fairly simple. Don't swear in front of the children, no violence, don't bring drugs, no disrespecting staff, no vandalism, no theft, on and on and on. I'm supposed to wash the windows and clean up the floors in rooms 105-115, 210-220, and tend to the garden in the center of the high school.
He also gave me a list of teachers, those whose classrooms I tend to, and a list of students he called "problem students". I suppose that means I have to try to stop them if they get into trouble in my neck of the school.
As I was leaving, the Principal and I heard walking from down the hallway to our left, and sobs. The principal told me it was probably just one of the high schoolers, possibly going through a break up or something. But it couldn't have been. It's Spring Break, and school doesn't kick back in for four days. Furthermore, it sounded off.. it sounded... I don't know how to explain it. It sounded like two voices, each crying in perfect unison, in different octaves.
Probably anxiety. I didn't go to sleep until three in the morning and... well... I'm hesitant to say this, as the principal may find out about this blog, but... but I'm prone to hallucinations. I've had them since I was a child. Years ago, I constantly heard the sound of baying dogs all night every day for a month. And I spent three months hanging out with a friend, Charles McDowell, only to find out that there was no Charles McDowell. I've learned to live with it though.
Oh well. I don't have to report for duty until April 23rd, so I have some time just to think.
Then it's off to work.
-Jacob Mills
The guidelines are fairly simple. Don't swear in front of the children, no violence, don't bring drugs, no disrespecting staff, no vandalism, no theft, on and on and on. I'm supposed to wash the windows and clean up the floors in rooms 105-115, 210-220, and tend to the garden in the center of the high school.
He also gave me a list of teachers, those whose classrooms I tend to, and a list of students he called "problem students". I suppose that means I have to try to stop them if they get into trouble in my neck of the school.
As I was leaving, the Principal and I heard walking from down the hallway to our left, and sobs. The principal told me it was probably just one of the high schoolers, possibly going through a break up or something. But it couldn't have been. It's Spring Break, and school doesn't kick back in for four days. Furthermore, it sounded off.. it sounded... I don't know how to explain it. It sounded like two voices, each crying in perfect unison, in different octaves.
Probably anxiety. I didn't go to sleep until three in the morning and... well... I'm hesitant to say this, as the principal may find out about this blog, but... but I'm prone to hallucinations. I've had them since I was a child. Years ago, I constantly heard the sound of baying dogs all night every day for a month. And I spent three months hanging out with a friend, Charles McDowell, only to find out that there was no Charles McDowell. I've learned to live with it though.
Oh well. I don't have to report for duty until April 23rd, so I have some time just to think.
Then it's off to work.
-Jacob Mills
Finding A New Job
"Dear Mr. Mills,
After consideration, we've decided that your work experience and your experience with children is satisfactory. After a two-week review period looked over by the review board, you may officially become a member of the Warren G. Harding faculty of the Grangeford County school board.
You are expected to read the guidelines administered by the principal of Warren G. Harding High School and any violation will lead to termination of this probation period and immediate termination of all duties and pay.
We hope you enjoy your working here!
- Superintendent Richard Andersen."
That's it. I've got a job. Finally, after five long, painful years of depression, abuse, and homelessness, I can finally get back on my own two feet.
I've got a job, and I can pay rent for my apartment. I can't get a car, but work is only four blocks or so away.
I'm supposed to have my introduction to the school tomorrow.
Well, wish me luck.
- Jacob Mills
After consideration, we've decided that your work experience and your experience with children is satisfactory. After a two-week review period looked over by the review board, you may officially become a member of the Warren G. Harding faculty of the Grangeford County school board.
You are expected to read the guidelines administered by the principal of Warren G. Harding High School and any violation will lead to termination of this probation period and immediate termination of all duties and pay.
We hope you enjoy your working here!
- Superintendent Richard Andersen."
That's it. I've got a job. Finally, after five long, painful years of depression, abuse, and homelessness, I can finally get back on my own two feet.
I've got a job, and I can pay rent for my apartment. I can't get a car, but work is only four blocks or so away.
I'm supposed to have my introduction to the school tomorrow.
Well, wish me luck.
- Jacob Mills
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