We pull up to a four-way crossroads. The world turns grey. There is an off-white, dirty shingled house on the edge of the shadows. The car shutters and stops. We get out and walk inside the house to use the bathroom.
The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. The Mississippi River has 7 undercurrents, each going in a different direction. So if someone fell in, they would be sucked by the currents straight to the bottom of the river. Not to mention the gators, mutated fish
The way that I met Eli was he was sitting on the side of the street in the French Quarter, and I walked by him, and I noticed he had the same tattoo as me on his arm. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his arm. His reaction was one of the annoyance, to say the least. Until he saw that I was pointing to his arm and simultaneously thrusting my arm in his direction at the same time. We had the same tattoo.
The Flat on Dumaine The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. Tommy is actually the one that found the flat for us, and it was something from my dreams. There is a one-bedroom townhouse with wood floors, a living room, bathroom, and kitchen with a
The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. The hotel that Eli and I fled to was a beautiful old-fashioned Southern bed and breakfast. The odd thing about it was there didn’t seem to be any other guests staying there outside of us. We saw nobody
The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. I spent the next few days in a psychosis, on the edge of a breakdown. Jasin was also having his own problems. The house became more disturbed. While he was showering, something shoved him so hard, he fell.
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The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. It wasn’t long living in that house before things began to go wrong. The Red Door was an omen that I never took heed of until it was too late. Jasin and Eli got along initially, and then