It's been two weeks since I was at the farm house. It still doesn't seem real. It's exactly what I was looking for...supernatural creatures were literally attacking us! This is what I was waiting for! Or at least what I thought. The pictures were fuzzy, damn it, if I only had an actual camera! Where was the farm? I look at my file, but this goes beyond anything I have. I don't know if these monsters are coming after me. I think about the  "friends" I made. Damien disappeared...I mean shit, what happened! Prosper was at the hospital, so I'm sure he's ok. How do I deal with my own life?

   The goddamn tabloids keep blowing me up. They want my stories on the supernatural. Why do I still bother writing for them? I was nominated for a fucking Pulitzer! If it wasn't for that brief encounter I would probably be living a great life. Now I sit here waiting for some string to connect what I saw...again.  I contacted some of the shadier people I've met and purchased a gun. I never thought I would need one, but after the farm house I want to be prepared. 

   I sit here wondering what happened to Prosper and Damien. Did they make it out ok? I'll probably not ever know. I won't be left with my pants down again. I have a gun with multiple clips. Hopefully that will get me through my next mess! What did I get myself into?