something's not right

Something isn't right up here. I'm a little fucking spooked to be honest with you. After I got off the computer again I grabbed a lager and headed down to the road to see if I could get a better reception on my cell. Not strange I give you, but it gets fucking weird. So i'm about halfway down the drive when I heard some branches break likes someone is following me along the side of the drive. Naturally I stop short, thinking its a deer or a bear (shut up, it could be a bear). The noises stop when I do so I start to think it's one of my friends screwing with me. I call out their names, "PEAR" (this is totally something Pear would do), nothing, "PETE", nothing. I chalk it up to exhaustion and head on further down the drive. I' checking my cell the whole time and nothing, still no service. None. Nil. Not even one bar, occassionally flashing in and out. I'm thoroughly confused now because on my laptop I have full "strong" connection strength. It's not Wifi either, its an air card.

ok, now it's getting strange. I get down to the road and I still have no signal, I'm wondering up and down the road, nervously because we are on one of many blind bends. I'm pretty sure I'd hear a car coming but just in case. I stop to look at my phone for the time, 5:56 and I hear it again. branches breaking, but htis was different. It was fast and moving away from me.

I am fucking loosing it about now.

I say fick this, someone is fiucking with me and I run back to the house. It's about a quarter mile drive from the road to the house, up hill. I'm booking it though, running full speed. I'm about half way to the house and I hear..... I don;t even know what. It wasn't a shriek, or a scream but they are the closest words I can think of to describ it. It certainly didn't sound human, but neither did it sound animal. I can't describe it. Either way, it stopped me in my tracks. I literally almost shit my pants. I grab the knife from my belt (I know, awfully Grizzley Adams of me0 and creep back to the house.

It gets even stranger:

AS I round the last bend and I can see the cabin, I notice tire tracks next to my car. No car or anything, just tire marks. I can assure you they were not there when I get here becuase you can see where the tires roll over my foot prints. WTF is going on.

So I've run back in here and grabbed the old shot gun from above the bed in the master bedroom. I'm staying here for a little while longer and see if someone lese doesn't show up.

Fuck this
~R