All Good Things Must Come to an End...

And I was that good thing. Had I known that today was going to be my last day as a physical being on this earth, I would have done more than watch really bad porn. I don't regret running for Mr. Smith's SVU, I don't regret getting shot a lot, or bleeding upon his leather upholstery. I don't regret getting the vehicle to others. I don't regret dying. How could I? I might be gone in person, but my spirit will always be around. I've spent my whole life chasing after the supernatural and now, I'm one of them. I may not be able to blog as much I used to, but don't forget about me. I'm still here.

Aliens and zombies, oh my!

Yeah, I know. It's a been a while, but I did say I was taking a small hiatus. The past 4 weeks have been a bit rough. More crazy shit going down, but that's pretty normal for me. So...aliens! And zombies! Aliens are out there! As are zombies. I, solemnly swear it. Tonight, the gang and I saw a meteor shower, but it was way more than that. We were all chilling and then..boom! Okay, so it didn't go boom, but it did crash....whatever it was. This dude got his head cut off and then he managed to put it back on and attacked us. So you know how in all the zombie movies, you shoot them in the head and they die. So didn't happen. We shot this zombie a gabillion times, blew its head off, blew holes in its chest and knees and it still kept coming, till I killed it. Yes, me. I took that zombie mofo down! But here's the creepy part. After I killed it, a tentacle came out of it. So far, I haven't stumbled across anything like this before. Any ideas out there?

So...

So....it's been an interesting day. I'm currently blogging this from the roof of a building. Yes, a roof. Why a roof? Cuase I'm on the lookout, but I can't say for what or why. Anyway, I've got some news to share with you all. I will be taking a minor hiatus from the blog. Just a minor one.

The feds have an eye on me and I'm pretty sure they're after me. Seeing as I've recently been injured and am currently suffering from an injury as we speak, I do not want to be shot or killed. Particularly not by the government. I'll do my best to keep you informed as to what is happening, but I may have to find other means of doing so.

FYI: the chicken coop is haunted. Or so I've been told. Once I'm off the roof and some business has been taken care of, I'll further investigate the coop and let you know what I find. Stay tuned.

I'm baaack!

Okay so I know I've been a way for a while, but I'm back to blog yet again. See after the last time I blogged some shit went down. As in, people died, people got hurt and some of us ended up in the mental ward. I'm not crazy! I swear. I just lost my mind a bit after I took out a guy with a table saw. Yeah...so I was in the mental ward for about 3 months. But I'm back now and ready to go!

Anyway, after I met up with the gang again we went to the circus! So many strange folks there. I mean really strange. We met this sword-swallower who was pretty cool. Sadly she died at the hands of some ninjas with meat hooks. Strange I tell you. Okay, well I'm blogging this from the cooler of a truck that has a giant thing in it. What kind of thing you ask? I have no idea. But it's big and creepy and not human. Oh shit...the truck is stopping. If she who must not be named finds out I'm blogging she's gonna hurt me. Hurt me worse than the ninjas with meat hooks did. Till later.

Drinks anyone?

Well the past few days have been relatively quiet. We got the bat people to a safe place so that was all good and then I got an email or maybe it was a text from a certain person (Goth Girl) and I set up a meeting with her to discuss all the craziness that is going on in this freaking town.

So me and the lady from the group (who shall also remain nameless unless I want to die a horrible, painful death by her hand) went to the local bar. So here we are, chilling at the bar checking out these hot dudes and then everything goes weird. Welcome to my life. I live for weird. Life would be so boring if it was normal. Anyway, there's this dude right. And he's got this crystal on a chain and seems to almost be hypnotizing people with it and I asked to see it and then I don't really remember much after that. Supposedly he robbed the place and she who must not be named pretty much kicked his ass. Apparently he had a demon dog with him or a hell hound or maybe it was a pink poodle with him. IDK.

So after all that, we go to a different bar and meet up with The Group and Goth Girl and then a freaking bar fight breaks out. Okay, it was more of a gun fight and these dudes were shooting up the place, but it's all good cause I kicked ass! I totally took this guy out with my awesome shooting skills. Hell to the yeah! I rocked that shit! Apparently these guys were trying to kill Goth Girl. So not cool. Couldn't they have waited till we got the info we needed, then shot at her? Guess not.

So once the fight was done, we went to the cemetery to hang out. Why not right? I like cemeteries. Lots of dead folks hanging around there. So The Group decided to put Goth Girl in a safe-house after getting her stuff from her place and then The Group decided to split up. And I kind of, sort of got distracted. Not my fault! My friend, Rocco, told me that there was some funky EMF shit going down at Taco Bell and how could I resist. I mean, really. This is me we're talking about. I never pass up an opportunity to check out a haunting. Anyway, I found nothing but a haunted burrito.

Damn the Man!

Holy shit! It has been a crazy ass few days. I haven't been able to blog for days! Granted The Group has forbidden me to blog, but they can't keep me quiet!

Last time I blogged, I reported that the Mrs. Farmer Bob had been murdered and that the head nurse was a suspect. So a couple of us headed to her house to check out what was going on and see if we could learn anything more. Okay, I actually went because I thought maybe her house was haunted. It wasn't. Although I did learn more about all the corruption is this town! I hate the government and police officials in this town! Constantly trying to put the man down and cover up shit! It has to stop! We, the people, deserve to know the truth!

Anyway, we went back to that crazy church and all hell broke loose. Literally. We got into the church, found some weird bible (which I may have borrowed), and find a cellar with more gigantic bat people! As freaked out and as scared as I was, it was also one of the most awesome moments of my life. I really, really wanted to take some pics to post, but I figured that would be pushing it a bit and the one lady in The Group scares the shit out of me. I have a feeling she would rather kill me than listen to me talk. Seriously. Anyway after freeing the Bat people, we got shot at. Totally not lying! I got shot at and so did my baby. I've had that car since my dad passed it down to me and it almost got shot up! I was not a happy camper. Alright. More to come later.

Curiouser and curiouser

So after our little adventure at the church I decided to contact some people that may have some idea as to what is going on. So I chatted up a professor at the local college regarding the history of Townsville and the church. Basically that led to us (The Group) heading to the local archives. So we found this freaking awesome book.

Did I fail to mention that I can sense things when I pick up an object? Well I can. Not only that, but sometimes I see dead people. Seriously! Just like that kid in The Sixth Sense, but I'm cooler. Anyhoo, I picked up this book and was like teleported through time. I saw some freaking awesome cool shit. Which I can't really talk about cause if The Group founds out they might have me killed. Or at least tied up and duct taped so I can't blog anymore.

Anyway, I'm hanging out at the psychiatrist's house (or maybe he's a psychologist. Don't know nor care). Sadly though there's no bodies in the basement. Granted he won't let me dig up his basement, so there could be bodies. His house isn't very interesting. Although one of the pillows in his bedroom is giving off some major EMF readings. Not sure if I want to know why. Shit! I hear someone coming! I better get back to the living room.

P.S. Apparently Mrs. Farmer Bob was murdered and the suspect is the head nurse