It Started in December

The F.B.I will not return my phone calls; they don’t believe that my complaints have merit, so I am keeping a record. Journaling each event so that 1-I don’t forget (I forget things. Dr Sorensen says that writing them down will help.) And 2- so that someone will believe me.  

It started in December. 

December 18:  The sound of bowling balls on the roof. I heard them, even if no one else did. Dad said I was having another ‘episode’ and said that we’d have to talk to Doctor Sorensen about changing the dosage on my prescriptions. But, and this is how I know he’s wrong, I haven’t been taking the meds.  So It can’t be the pills that caused an auditory hallucination. Not this time. I heard bowling balls- as if someone was playing a couple of frames on the roof.

December 27:  Slight seismic disturbances occurring precisely every 21 minutes. Minor quakes.  Just enough to rattle the pictures on the wall a little. One of mom’s ceramic figurines fell off the mantle. But those things were creepy anyway, so no big deal.

December 29:  The sky was really red this morning. What is it that they say about a red sky in the morning? 

January 4:  The quakes are happening again. Stronger this time. And more frequently. I timed them; they’re every 17 minutes now. The dishes in the china cabinet have fallen. Mom’s pissed.

January 11:  I spotted a helicopter following me home from school.

January 24:  Congressmen W. Dickens visited our school this afternoon. Dad didn’t vote for him but I think mom did. He said that the government needs volunteers for an intense secret laboratory program.  The congressman, not Dad…. God! What would he know about government programs? Dad, that is, not the congressman.

 January 25:  Despite the protestations of my parents I have enlisted for the Congressman’s secret program. More helicopters tailing me today. And the air smelled strange – like grapefruit or glass cleaner… something weird.

January 39:  Alright.anothr call. I should after happened shortly. and prepared.

February 15:  I think that my telephone calls are being monitored. But by whom? The F.B.I. routinely monitors all communications made by members of Congressman Dickens’ staff, but would they consider me to be a part of the staff already? The program won’t begin for another 3 months. Or could it be another agency? 

February 16:  Dickens has ordered me not to call his office. We’re going radio silent. Incommunicado. Dark.

February 23:   Ancillary turncoat brownbag lunches on the grassy knoll. Six times seventeen is never home. Rainy days and factories always leave me dry buttered toasted almond eyes. I have become what I am and what you are or what I am inside.

March Tuesday:  Shock type vibrations are being transmitted at me from an unknown source. I suspect Mr. Maxfield at school. Could he be hiding some sort of EMF generator / transmitter in the gym locker rooms? 

April 1 da  Fools. They’ll all get theirs. They will

Apl apple 35  Cannn open door door. Need hep. Peez helmee