Entry 2

Dear Future Me

I am so fucking pissed!!!

I got up early early in the morning.  I snuck down the stairs and out the back door.  I went around the house with my suitcase.  I went the two and a half miles back up the road to wait for the bus.  AND IT WAS LATE BY LIKE AN HOUR!!!
And just as I am about to go into the bus, my fuckin great great great great grand uncle gets off!  And the old fart was snoring away when I left him!!  How the hell did he get on the bus????
He gives me a look and asks why I wasn’t home.  He then takes me by the hand, and he lifts my goddamn suitcase with the other, and drags me back home!
Something’s off here.  There is no way this old man is that strong.  There is no way that he is able to drag me, to drag ME the full way back home.  And my suitcase has got all my essentials, you know?  How did he do that?  He can’t be the same old man that met me yesterday at his front door.
But he was wearing the same old robes from the day before, with that same multicolored wreck of a nightgown………..
I don’t know.  I don’t even know anymore.  I’m back up in my room in the attic.  He’s, well, doing something or another downstairs in the kitchen.  I heard some sort of animalistic scream.  I’m sure that it was just him and not, uh, an actual animal.
Fuck this!  I would leave right now if the kitchen was right next to the stairs!  And I would totally try again, but… this old fart is weird.  I’m a little scared to try again.  He spooked me out.
Well, at least it’s cooler now up here.  I had left the window open last night for some sort of cross breeze, and I’m glad it cooled off to the point I don’t have to strip naked just to feel comfortable.  And there’s a lot more light here now that it’s daylight.  I can actually see some of the shit that’s up here.
Let me tell you, remember our eighth grade trip to the city and that natural history museum?  I swear, it’s like the actual trash of that place is now up here.  Not like the garbage, but like the old shit no one actual wants to see is trapped up here with me.  There’s freakin swords and shit up here.  Old medieval shit.  And some paintings I swear I’ve seen in textbooks or some shit.  Is this old man actually some rich piece of shit or what?
Other than the old relics, it’s all cobwebs and spiders.  And I can deal with that,  They kill the bugs.  And I am NOT a fan of those things.  Hell, if my mother wasn’t such a stuck up bitch I would have had a few spiders of my own back home.
What a bitch.
Well, future me, I don’t know how the hell we are going to get out of here.  You mind telling me?  Not that time travel is possible or anything like that.  But, if you could, reach into the past and send me some sort of sign?  Having no wifi and having my data restricted is straight up ass.  There’s nothing to do but to write in this dumbass journal and to flick through the photos of my phone.
And no, I don’t feel like texting Julie.  Not yet at least.  Got to give it a few more days.  Don’t want to seem, well, desperate you know?  I’m a strong, independent woman, who needs no man!  Or woman.  Or toaster, if you into that shit.
I mean, I guess I could explore this old place.  But I gotta be real desperate for that.  And there is no way in hell I’m going into the forbidden-forest-looking-ass rip off in the back yard.  I freaked the hell out of me when I saw it this morning.  And it freaks me out even now.  I can see it from the window next to this jank ass bed.  It’s calling out to me.  Calling me some sort of freak.
Or that’s the wind.
…
I swear, I heard some sort of shit out there last night as I tried to sleep.  It’s scary at best, let me tell you that.  If I have to stay here in this great great great great great fart’s creepy ass attic museum, then let me tell you that I ain’t going in that park as long as I live!
And I know you know that too, future me.

I guess I’ll write more when there’s actually more to tell.  There’s absolutely nothing going on right now!!  AAARRGGH!!!!!!

Robin