11 February 2002 ~ Demons at the edge of the woods, and some less distressing news, sort of...

Went for a short walk tonight with my friend Dracor. Ended up in a lovely field, staring up at a zillion stars...

And then the two of us saw something that, logically, could not have possibly been there... That, logically, ought to be brushed off as some sort of hysteria. That, logically, really couldn't possibly exist. I won't bother describing it; you wouldn't believe me anyhow, and gahd knows I don't want to end up in the fucking loony bin because one of you decided I'd finally cracked. As a matter of fact, I'm saner than ever at this point in my life. I might also mention -- rather pointedly -- that I was NOT alone in seeing this thing at the edge of the woods. And while Dracor might be a candidate for some serious psychological testing, he's NOT a candidate for the loony bin. Long story short: a couple of quasi-superstitious (yet entirely sane) Gemini kids go wandering around the Evergreen campus, see something that scares the shit out of them, and run back to their dorm building, where they spend awhile discussing what they may or may not have seen. It must be noted that neither of us has been snacking on the local toadstools.

We talked about demons. He asked: "Helena, what do you think about demons?"

I think about this for awhile. All the metaphorical demons: madness, addiction, all that... Sure, of course I believe in demons. But that's not what Dracor is talking about. Dracor isn't speaking philosophically anymore; he's speaking with a level of gravity that kind of frightens me. But shit: I'm already scared out of my wits.

I think about this.

Dracor shouldn't have been scared by the thing at the edge of the woods. He's like, 6'1" or something. If the inclination took him, he could squash me. Weird shapes in the trees shouldn't actively freak out a nature buff who appears quite able to squash just about anything. It's just... whatever we saw -- whatever it was, or is..... Dude, that shit's scarier than I can possibly describe...

...And you wouldn't believe me anyway.

Have made myself some tea, and am going to bed for the night. It's past five in the morning now.

~Helena*

PS -- And in less distressing, less WEIRD news, today -- February 11th -- marks the five-year anniversary of the day I lost my virginity. Nah, nevermind. That whole episode was every bit as distressing as any other horror story I could be telling you right now. Still, there are a lot of hours left of February 11th; maybe I'll find some interesting way of celebrating... *wicked grin*