Journal Entry for 3.20.06

It's funny I've only been here one night and I am already becoming attached to this town. I don't know if it is the easy going life style, the simplicity of the people or the fact that it is just different here but this small town of Humboldt really feels comfortable to me. The local residents have taken a liking to me and I know that I feel the same way towards them. It has been a long time since I have felt this care free.

I actually had fun tonight and my thoughts weren't totally consumed by obsessive worrying and panic all night long like usual. I never imagined that I would appreciate small town living. I grew up in the suburbs not too far away from NYC and went to NYU for crying out loud, how could I enjoy living in "Hickville?" I don't know, but I do.

Bobbi Sue has taken more than a liking to me and even though she lacks the sophistication of Naomi, I really appreciate her simplicity and laid back personality. Not to mention that she is very easy on the eyes. Too bad I passed out last night, could have been fun if I had just stayed conscious. Oh well. She is so carefree and fun loving and has no worries. Maybe this is a bit premature but I could see myself with her for a long time.

I think I'll help Father Lovesmith finish out this "mission" but I don't plan on going back to Boston. I think I'll settle down right here for a while, maybe a long while.

I will have to get Dean to help sell off some of the possessions inside the mansion. I am sure he could auction off enough stuff to allow me to purchase a small cabin here in town without leaving the mansion looking too empty and vacant. I think an auction is the best bet here. I'm not 100% confident in Dean so an auction might help bring top dollar. Of course I will offer Dean commission for coordinating the event.

As for the mansion, I think I'll leave that to Father Lovesmith. He has been our unfailing leader all along and I am positive that he will continue to fight evil until he is no longer able. I do feel guilty however. Without me around who will be there to "catch" the bullets? I'll have to give him this new vest of mine. He's going to need some more help without me around. He can't do this on his own and who knows how useful Dean, Joe and Lenore will actual prove? They seem like more of a hindrance than anything else right now with their own personal agendas taking overwhelming precedents over the task at hand.

Father Lovesmith needs someone committed to fighting evil to help him. Who? Hmmmmm...... I'll have to recruit someone, someone to take my place. I can't leave Father Lovesmith shorthanded. Think Brad, think! Hmmm....

I can't commit myself to the fight any longer. I have found a small portion of peace here in Humboldt and it is too valuable to passover. I wish Father Lovesmith the best and hope he finds success and triumph over evil. My calling, my fight is nearing its end.

Recovery at Riverview Mental Institution - 12.12.05

"You need to face your fears Brad.” said Dr. Jackson. "People can't hide from their fears forever, they need to face them, accept them and eventually overcome them. I know it is hard to face your fears but it is the only way for you to move on with your life. I am aware that you have suffered some major trauma but you are too young to live your life in fear. You have to fight it, stand up for yourself."

If only Dr. Jackson understood the truth of what really happened but Dr. Jackson saw Brad as another person with irrational fears.

Weeks went by and the message from Dr. Jackson and the other psychologists was the same, face your fears and you will overcome them. It was the slogan that was repeated in his ears.

Brad's fear, confidence, anger and will to overcome began to build. Was he supposed to fight? Was he expected to stand up to these monsters, demons, devils? Could he defeat them? If he couldn’t defeat them would he be defeated for his entire life? Would he ever be able to live again? No. Not until he had defeated the demons that haunt his every thought.

"I will fight you.... I will kill you.... You will not steal my life away from me! I will defeat you or die trying!"

And with that Brad began his crusade to destroy the evil terror which haunted him and the rest of the unknowing world.


Actions Taken:
- Quits His Job
- Moves back in with his Mom (video equipment)
- Begins Reading about the Occult, Ancient Legends, Explosives/Demolitions, High Powered Weaponry
- Purchases a Pistol (goes to gun safety class and shooting range)
- Increases Exercise Regiment
- Contacts Dr. Lovesmith (to formulate plan of attack)

Goals:
- Defeat Monsters (ultimate goal)
- Reveal / Document Monsters VIA Video, Photography, Journal, Drawings/Illustrations

Journal Entry for 12.12.05

Damn it! My head still hurts horribly. It's freaking throbbing! I don't even know where I found the strength or energy to write but I can't sleep. Anyhow, I had better write this shit down before I forget it or before I stop believing it.

"They took her! I can't believe it. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to save her or kill her, care for her or fear her?"

Let's start at the beginning....

Things were going alright. The Mansion has become increasing more comfortable to me . Naomi just finished moving in next door. I was so happy and relieved to have her around, far better then being completely alone. She seems to understand what I am going through better than anyone.

I guess everything started when Jorge dropped off that damn book. I can't even remember what it was called. I started reading it but I couldn't read more than a page or two at a time, every word made me shudder.

- "Wait! I think I hear something... Shit!
...Guess it was nothing. Anyway..."

I let Naomi barrow it for a few days. She seemed to be somehow attracted to the book, driven to read it, obsessed even. It had some sort of hold on her that wasn't natural. I wrestled the book away from her and hid it in the Library. When I tore the book from her hands I swear her palms bore horrific mouths on them.

I went back to Naomi's room and the book had come back to her? How? I have no answer but there seems to be no answer or reason for any of this. Once again I made for the book. I reached for it, snatched it up and bolted out of the room with it. I needed to take the book far away. I hopped in my car and began to take off just as a van was pulling in my driveway. It was that turd Jorge. I didn't have time for him. I raced towards the mansion.

I locked the book up in the wine chiller and bent the peg that held it shut. That's when I saw them crossing the front yard. Nine or ten of them, daggers drawn. I ran back to my room out back and climbed up through the skylight as they chased me. I camped out quietly on the roof for a while until I heard Naomi scream. I'm not sure what they meant by "chosen" but she wasn't harmed.

- "Hold on, I just saw something outside..."

The police showed up, Jorge had killed one of the Cult members. The man's hand was cut open and a mouth sprung out of his palm. No one else even noticed. Are they all blind? I thought if I could cut open Naomi's palm I could reveal that she was possessed. I made a wild, pitiful swing to cut open her hand. She looked hurt, confused as to why I tried to cut her. I needed to know. I would try again later tonight.

Later that night I used my keys to let myself into Naomi's apartment. It was dark inside, eerie and empty other than the quit moans from Naomi's bedroom. I peaked in at her, she was barely dressed and involved in some ritualistic worship. I had my knife ready. If she was the monster I would soon find out. She spotted me spying on her. As she came through the door I tried to tackle her but fell to the floor. She pounded me with the book. Suddenly right before my eyes she transformed into the most horrific monstrosity imaginable. If I can muster up the courage I will try to draw it. (drawing to be attached soon) That is when I passed out.

I came to. Naomi was draped across me. She woke up after I began to stir. She was horrified. She began to quickly make conclusions and accusations about what had happened and what she had suspected I had done. I couldn't blame her. I would have thought the same.

Naomi was clearly possessed. I had to do something. ("Face your fears," Fight what haunts you") I ran to my apartment and grabbed my gun. I then made for the roof. I could watch her from her skylight. Once again she spotted me. I fired through the skylight missing.

She was headed towards the front door. I couldn't let her escape. I ran and jumped off from the roof onto her. She fell to the deck. I pounded her head into the floor until she passed out. I tied her up and waited for her to come to. Once she awoke I spoke with her. I tried to explain myself and what had happened. As I looked at her so horrible beaten I felt horrible. I was responsible for this, how could I have done this to her? I tried to explain why I had done it and I can only hope she believed me.

I had to awaken the monster inside of her. Lure it out and kill it. I tore pages from the book and tossed them at her. The monster took her over and attacked. Mouths bit into my shoulders and my stomach. The pain was intense and I fell unconscious again.

I woke again to find Naomi and myself covered with blood, my blood. Naomi must have believed me because she tried to patch me up. Just then there was a knock on the door. It was them they were back. Knowing that I was in no shape to fight I let them in. I wanted to take action but was too weak, too hurt to try to fight. They escorted Naomi away.

I have to find her. I will need help: Jorge, Percival. The question is are we hunting or rescuing her?