Macabre Farm, Entry 1

9/29/09 1

It seems today I must allow another tenant into the farm. I'm beginning to wonder even with all of these fields and wilderness if I will run out of room soon. 2

Lord, how long have I been doing this for you?3

Three o'clock in the morning and the phantasm stands at the door to my bedroom. I always leave this room the most protected. I may offer the dark creatures sanctuary, but that wouldn't stop most of them from killing me without a thought. 4

Anyway, it seems he is a wisp, who rarely shows his true form. Sparkling curiously to drive you into fog, bog, or wood. We have plenty of those here so how can I not allow him to stay? Providing he never enters my home, my church again. 5

Seeing him outside and watching him undulate into the eastern bank, I realize something in that field might die tonight. I felt somewhat ashamed, not wanting to intervine. Still, know I must. I grab a few pouches from my "secret" pantry, some salt, and cleansing water, crushed hazel, and pepper, just incase I need to curse something on the way. Then lighting a clove cig from my shirt pocket, I made out to the front door, stopping to pull some amulets off of the shelf beside the coat rack. I never know what's going to happen out here anymore. Especially closer to dawn.6

How I can't wait to see the sun today. Rising from the horizon scaring these creatures back into their nest, and sleep for me can finally come.7

I step down the porch and notice the gargoyle statues neck is turned awkardly, as to say "he went in that direction". I padded him on the head for his loyal service. Then threw my hood up and walked a fast pace, into the contrast of white on white.8

A lesser demon greets me, on of the ones that feed on rats and greed. His face smeared and stained with blood, I knew he was ready to retire for the night. He nodded a frightful smile looking up from behind a large rock. Poor tiny thing, always smells of root and cruelty. He just scurried away towards the lake. Leaving bones and hide in his wake.9

Some of these beings I simply loathe, but I realize they all need a home, and the Lord gives some souls the powers to herd them, farm if you will........a macabre farm.10

Lost in thought, I almost missed the call of the nightingale, telling me a stranger had wandered onto the grounds. Some young college kids camping out way down the roads, who somehow got lost in the night. Damn fools. I hope I find them first, before anything else.......