Distortions

I found myself in a rather strange situation today. I have recently found a town, I think it's called Woodbury. I've stayed here for the night, I had hidden myself in a motel by pretending to have to go to the bathroom. I stayed in the stall for the rest of the night. Nobody came to find me.

Today, as I was making my way out of the town, I began to hear some sort of voice. A male voice. Drifting in and out, lowering and raising pitches as it went on. I stopped where I was, right there, in the middle of the road. Trying to listen. Trying to make out what it was saying. Suddenly, as if night had suddenly fallen, I was aware everything around me had become dark.

All the buildings, all the cars, had become a shadow of what they just were. Broken down cars lay by the side of the street. The buildings looked older, cracked, windows smashed in. I looked up and saw that there were clouds visible above me. They were moving across the sky at a fast pace. As if someone was fastfowarding what was happening here.

Then, suddenly, exploding out of nothing, came the screams of dozens of people. Painful screams. Dying screams.

And then it stopped. Just like that. I was suddenly brought back from wherever I had been. I was back standing in the middle of the street. All was normal once again. Cars were honking at me. People shouting at me to get out of the road.

I've lingered in Woodbury for a while. I don't want to leave. I don't want to end up sleeping in some shack in the middle of the forest. Perhaps I'll sleep in the bathroom once again.

I don't know what happened. He's responsible, that I am sure of. Perhaps He's playing mind games with me. Trying to twist my sense of reality around and around. Drive me insane.

Perhaps not.

All I can do right now is keep going. Although really, as I evidently learned today, there is no point in running anymore. There never was. All these blogs about running, about getting away from Him, what do they really teach? No matter what happens, He can always catch up. It doesn't matter if you run, who's going to stop Him from appearing in front of you one day and killing you right then and there?

You're not safe anywhere. All of us. Living on borrowed time.

All the same, I don't want to live my life in a bathroom stall. I'll be leaving this place tommorow.


                                                                                                                            Regards.