I feel so much hate, I’m forever enraged. In a fight for my fate that I have to engage in day after day. Until I can’t sustain, keeping score on the slate. Losing mate after mate, my minds in a haze and my life is a maze. Nothing pertains but everything is the same and I can’t keep myself sane, I want to break the chains, but I cant, to weak I have no strength. No energy my mind is in a glaze. I want it but I can’t chase. I’m infinitely unsure of every damn thing. Maybe it’s in my DNA and when you unravel the strain you can physically see the pain. It’s become engrained and it’s deep in my veins, and it’s infected my brain. My thoughts contain things I’ve pushed away, troubles and struggles that would amaze. I struggle to feign the fact that I strain and I pretend that in my own mind I reign. I should hold all the blame for the things that pertain to my name. I take aim at a claim that is fake and should be reclaimed. So tie me up and light the flame, so I can be rid of this shame, and be done with this game.
The smoke lingers.
The smell between my fingers.
The taste on my mouth,
The room spins around.
I want that first high,
a feeling I will never get right.
I chase and I chase,
something I can never replace.
The time I waste trying to replicate.
I feel like I’m running through a maze
I’m outta place, I’m in a haze.
Drag after drag,
ash after ash.
I move to the next thing,
Something with more strength
Something crazy and insane.
So I take a shot than a hit.
from a vice that doesn’t mean shit.
I’m numb, my throat’s dry, I cant spit.
I’m gone, barely alive, I can’t quit.
I try and I try from the floor where I lie
trying to detoxify while I’m mystified.
How much did I buy?
I break down and cry!
I must stop to survive.
A habit, like another gateway
A demon that I can’t slay
No more good days
my demons want to surface
I feel less than perfect
Like maybe I’m just a burden
My failures are like a circuit
I promise it’s not on purpose
My demons make me nervous
The first time was the best
but it will never compare to the rest.
I will soon be six feet deep in the grave.
Dealing with craziness as my world goes insane.
Time goes by that i can never save.
All for a sensation something stupid I crave.
For a feeling that will never be the same.
A crutch like an animal that i can never tamed.
This is an excerpt from the diary of Lars Holden, a resident of the town of Point Pleasant. I found this diary along with a set of books cataloging all the strange and occult events that have happened in this town. Lars also managed to catalog a number of strange entities that are found in Point Pleasant.
I must admit upon finding all this info, I thought it to be some kind of silly idea for a book. I’ve come across a few of these abominations, a few of which I would not have escaped had it not been for Lars.
Aug. 23, 2010. A conversation between Lars and a friend would be a defining moment for the two friends.
“When did it all go wrong?” Lars asked looking at Phil.
“What do you mean?” Phil questioned as he passed his bottle of water to Lars.
“This town hasn’t been the same since that pit opened up and swallowed Rabbit Thompson’s house.” Lars said taking a sip from the water that was just handed to him.
“I guess it’s because we understand.” Phil replied.
“Understand?” Lars asked.
“Well yeah, we realized that bad things could happen and we had no one to shield us from it any more. When we were younger we didn’t exactly sit and watch the news. So now that we are older we understand.” Lars nodded his head, Phil could tell Lars understood. “Now every time something bad happens we are aware. We don’t have a cull over our eyes anymore.”
“Huh, I never thought of it like that before.” Lars said with new understanding.
“Still you are right, this town is not normal.” Phil agreed. “I mean why do we have curfews based on the cycles of the moon?”
“More importantly, why doesn’t anyone question it! We live in a town full of mysterious events and questionable leaders and no one is the least bit concerned!” Lars said.
“We are told stories of urban legends, things like little trolls roaming the forest, rolling heads that love eating human flesh, and an entity that is only referred to as Him, who according to legend, keeps the peace between all the other monsters.” Phil added.
“I say we go!” Lars said.
“That’s all anyone can hope for is to leave this town, I’m with you.” Phil responded.
“No! I say we go to the woods, next time there is a full moon. We go out and see what all these legends are about.” Lars declared.
“I don’t know, if we get caught, we will be in a lot of trouble.” Phil said, he sounded scared.
“I want to know why we are not allowed out there! Maybe it’s time things changed in this town and we are the ones to do it!” Lars said.
“Alright, you know what I’m with your crazy ass!” Phil replied.
The events that followed after that night were the reason that I started these catalogs. People need to know what is happening in the town of Point Pleasant. The citizens of Point Pleasant have been in the dark for too long, I plan to change that.
If you are reading this, Than I am truly sorry. Now that you’ve started reading the Order will not longer consider you a Know-nothing. You are stuck in this town just like everyone else who knows.
The Order runs everything in Point Pleasant. If you are a resident than chances are you took the test, and you were not considered a Scholar, the Order has considered you one of the Black Balled.
When you are raised in this town you are required to take a test in the 8th grade. The test is to see if you are qualified to join the ranks of the Order and become a member known as a Scholar. If you failed the test than the Order does not see you as a threat and feel that you will not interfere in there work.
The thing is now that you are reading these text you know too much and the Order is going to be looking for you. The only hope you have to stop, reading and find a man named Wyatt, he works at the mechanic shop on the outskirt of town. When you find him he will ask you question.
“Are you in need of assistance?” Your reply to this question has to be as follows. “I have ascended.” He will walk away from you without saying a word. Follow him and he will lead to a safe house located [REDACTED]. Wyatt will be your only hope at this time.
If, for what ever reason you receive a purple envelope what ever you do, DO NOT OPEN IT. If your curiosity gets the best of you and you open it, it will direct you to the Masonic Lodge for a meeting, IGNORE IT.
Find Kyle at all costs!
Best of luck,