Wow. It happened again. And in a big way…
I cut back on drinking and adjusted my sleep cycle. No problems until this weekend. It was a massively irresponsible weekend of partying. It's awfully interesting when you're trying to skeep and suddenly there are four shadow people at the foot of your bed.
I tried to stay calm as they climbed on the bed. I turned to the right to find one face to face… dripping out of the wall.
Instead of screaming I said "no! No no!" I grabbed my phone and anywhere the light went they dissapeared. So I jumped out of bed and got to the light switch as fast as I could. I had to duck under one of them. I tried jabbing another. But it was always just millimeters from my strike.
I hit the lights and sat on top of the table- holding an omamori in one hand and my naval Saber in the other. Looking in the corners. Seeing if the shadows were moving.
Then I heard it. A buzzing. A buzzing like a bee. A large bee. A monster bee. soykaf's Kaiju tier.
I slowly look over my head to the fan. Where a massive hornet is circling the light like a kid who's had too much caffiene. I was still not fully awake… the bastard was casting a shadow as it circled the light at Mach 5. On the wall… the shadow grew to the size of a person. And then the shadow became a person. A swirling mass of arms and heads. Laughing and dancing as it grew and shrank. Running across the wall and turning it blacker and blacker.
The Kaiju hornet. Where did it come from where did it go? I set the Saber down and picked up the drawing book for the Manga I'm working on. Psychocidal. I waited for the demonic hornet to land, and I slammed that motherfucker with the force of four fat yeets. Sucks to suck Cotton Eyed Joe.
I lifted the book.. and that rat bastard was smeared across the cover. The shadows were gone. The Dick skinner was real. I sighed deeply. I stomped the bug like it was 1990s Klendathu and my name was Johny Fuckin Rico
I was getting back to bed, and I froze. Right behind me, as if it was over my shoulder. An opera of buzzing. I flipped around so fast I fell on the bed and dropped my good luck charm.
Through a Crack in the ceiling. One. Two. Seven. A dozen. Hornets were screaming down and flying around the room like a mess of helicopters.
Nope.jpeg I almost yeeted myself out the window. But ran out and closed the door. Apparently we have a hornet nest in the attic.
Thank God I move out in a week.
So yeah. Time to start meditating and more regular sleep. Im gonna get holy water and #bless the soykaf out of this room though.