Tits story will be shorter than “Sick Man” and “Call 9”. Because it actually happened just a day ago. I got home from school and I was on my way back… There's a street that leads from the school parking lot to the back of my neighborhood, and finally there's a hole where you go in and you're in my parking lot, and my house is *here*.
Anyway, I was halfway to the alley. I was walking with my friend RJ and noticed this person standing on a hill (it's a hill that goes up a little and then turns down again and there's a hole in the fence). At first it looked like a little baby, then I noticed the guy's legs were a little hidden as I looked at him from the hillside. Guess what this guy was wearing? A faded gray T-shirt, green pants and his skin was really pale. He quickly turned around and walked away once my buddy and I were close enough. There has been snow on the ground for several days since we had five blizzards in a row. If this guy wasn't wearing shoes (see conversation 9), then I was going to say something whether RJ saw him or not. However, he didn't seem to see the guy, which was strange. But I didn't say anything because RJ was talking.
Of course, when we reached the top of the hill, there was no guy there. Sorry, JERRY isn't there. However, I still couldn't see his face. I mean, I could tell he DID have one, but he was too far away. His hair appears to be closely cropped and gray like his skin (but darker). This was the first time I saw Jerry not only in front of the house, but also when I WASN'T ALONE! What's going on with this?! And another terrifying hallucination he gave me! I reached the top of the hill and saw that the hole in the fence had disappeared. I stopped for a minute and looked at RJ, then looked at the fence. The hole is BACK AGAIN! I said goodbye to RJ and went into the house, but I didn't see any sign of Jerry all night. If this continues, I'm looking for a doctor. I tell Jerry to… get the fuck out of my house, but he doesn't. Now he has even added a modern sound to his vocabulary. Sneezing! Twice I heard “Acccchhuhuhhhh!” and said, “SHUT UP!” but screaming won't lend a hand. Talking to him calmly won't lend a hand! If I scream, he at least hallucinates me and disappears for a moment, as if he was giving me the finger. If I just say, “Please stop.” he doesn't do anything. But as I sit here at my desk, sometimes I turn and look down the hall and see a shadow moving past him. I actually left my pen and paper in the hallway for a few hours so MAYBE he could finally tell me why he's been haunting me all these years, but… nothing happened. I didn't see any trace of him then, nor today (except for a sneeze from above).
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