The Incident: Excerpt III

December 21st, 11:06 pm

I feel funny…you know the sharp sting you get in the pit of you stomach when you can sense danger coming? Well it wasn't that, I just plain feel like shit. Sorry to get you interacting just to leave you hanging. Anyways, someone in this house has just committed an awful hate crime on our one Hebrew guest. Here's where this is my problem…everyone blames me. I took a calligraphy class in high school, had they known this, they would've assumed the ass-backward handwriting on the wall was not of my doing. So, besides the dirty looks I've been getting from my housemates, the casual curse-outs, and the cold shoulder shoving…this has been an overwhelmingly pleasant experience so far. Can you just feel my sarcasm dripping off the sides? Yeah I bet you can.

So, the history on this place is pretty grim, the whole neo-Nazi gang stand off here, and the disappearance of those "generation who" kids back in the bad ole' days. Oh my god it's all coming together now…the weird incident with bruise, the vandalism of Turner's personal space…it must be angry Nazi spirits out for blood...

…Hahahahahahahahaha…

You didn't think I was getting soft just yet did you?! Remember "The Entity"? The movie where Barbara Hershey gets finger fucked by that evil invisible force? Well I think our prankster has seen this film too many times… the physical injury, and the somewhat human form the electricity takes…I've seen this before. Sorry anonymous trickster. You're going to need a lot more to put one past me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and get a few minutes of sleep under Colin Hay's soft serenade…

11:27pm

I am officially up the goddamn tree!Turner, that naïve little shit, just fucking attacked me!This weak motherfucker is tossing punches on a sleeping man…Before I got up to reason with him, I remembered this man just had a traumatic night so far, I took that into consideration……

SECONDS BEFORE I CLASPED HIM BY THE NOSE AND KNOCKED HIM THE FUCK OUT!

I said I didn't do it, I had already explained myself…he doesn't want to believe me, and then wants to jump on me like that? Big mistake…first of all you don-…what the hell…got to go..11:40 pmI just urked…ralphed, puked, whatever the fuck you want to call it, it just fucking happened. Funny thing is I wasn't running a lone race to the can, oh no, half the damn house was charging to it as I was. It wasn't just me…the whole house literally had to barf. The john was so crowded and cluttered that most of our sanitary guests ended up adorning the bathroom floor and walls with their assorted chunks…not just the restroom though. The slow ones chucked it on the spot in their rooms. I'm not going to list who made it and who didn't. I did though. The mess is still there because there's so much puke that no one member of this clan is going to clean up after someone else's regurgitations. So we now all share the 2nd and only restroom left. Now why did this happen? Why did we all shit from the mouth? I'll tell you why…It was that fucking sausage jambalaya that Lisa cooked up for us. Didn't I mention that before? Well she made the whole group dinner to get us acclimated with each other at the table. I do admit she did have some culinary skill. It was delicious going in…

11:45 pm

I'm about ready to call it a night, waiting for phenomenon gets way too boring, especially when it takes this long.I heard a scream...i thought it was something to cause concern and finally stir up some excitement...it was just one of the housemates prank calling a friend on his phone. I guess his friends mustve thought he was going to die here tonight. Oh well...