Saturday 19 November 2011

The Waiting Game

I've finally managed to recover all the old posts on this blog, before She erased them all.

She being Penny, of course. Hide the evidence. I commented on Ary's blog and She wiped all the posts save a few to prevent her finding out what was happening. If Ariadne found out what was happening to Her, everything would be ruined.

She did not account for me. She's me, I guess, and I'm her, but the fact is at the moment Penny Lancaster is now a puppet for a higher cause. I'm what's left of her, now It's got it's claws (tentacles?) in her head.

The old posts will be going up over the next week, two weeks at the max. Hopefully, all over the next two days, but I'm not in control of my own body most of the time and Penny has examinations to sit.

Ary, I'm really sorry I kept this from you.

--Tiktok

Wednesday 15 June 2011

I have to make this fast. I can't post here any more, it's making the ticking get worse and I don't want It to get worse I have to stop it and the less I have to do with this blog the better because it only makes Him angry and he makes the ticking so loud and It hurts It won't stop hurting.

And what's worse is I know other people are getting dragged into this because of me. Ary, please please please stop, you can't do this. Stop before the ticking gets to you too, because once you hear It he is always singing in your ear and it's a song that never stops.

if anyone's reading, I'm not posting any more. If I don't post I don't have lapses and the ticking doesn't get any louder. I'm sorry. I'm a stupid coward, but I have to survive.

-P

Thursday 12 May 2011

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I keep wondering how long it's going to be before I sleep through my alarm and somebody sees the marks before I wash them off. I'm staying up late doing schoolwork and then getting up early and I'm so tiktoktiktok tired


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Monday 2 May 2011

okay um I'm kinda really concerned now

there is a massive gap in my memory from about 4.30 yesterday afternoon to just now, when I woke up. massive. over 12 hours. i just checked my homework i got set yesterday, and it's all been done. i'm not hungry, so i've eaten sometime recently. nothing was out of place, so i decided to write it off as just me being forgetful, take a painkiller for my headache, and go back to bed.

then i got a look at myself in the mirror.

there was writing all over my face.

just "tiktoktiktoktiktok" everywhere.

i don't know what to do.

Saturday 30 April 2011

The ticking stopped.

I woke up yesterday and the ticking wasn't there any more. I still heard the ticking in the dream last night. Louder, even, jarring. 

Apart from the ticking, the dream doesn't quite freak me out as much as it used to. The man is almost welcoming, telling me he's glad to see me, he's so happy I'm finally home. It's one of those weirdly realistic dreams. Well, apart from the ticking. It's just this constant tick-tock in my ear.

I saw the man, outside my dream. He was standing outside my window, welcoming me just like always.

He sings to me, such beautiful songs, and I want to go outside, but then I hear the ticking in my ear and I end up rooted to the spot with my heart in my mouth until he leaves.

I'm tired.

Thursday 28 April 2011

he exists. he exists.

I saw him. 

the ticking in my head just keeps getting louder and I'm tired too so I'm really grumpy all the time but at least I know I'm not going crazy now.

mum found about the clocks. she doesn't know it was me. good thing none of them were valuable heirlooms, just crappy alarm clocks and a couple of wall clocks around the house.

fucking ticking.

Wednesday 27 April 2011

Oh my god.

I honestly don't know how it happened. I don't even remember doing it.

Last I remember I was just doing my Graphics homework, nice and normal, and I start hearing the ticking again. I ignored it and kept working, and it just kept getting louder and then I have this big gap in my memory from about 11pm to 2am. 

My memory restarts at me standing in the living room by myself, the wall clock on the floor in front of me, smashed beyond repair. I thought. "Oh, that's bloody weird" and went to go back to bed. I walked through the kitchen, and the clock in there was destroyed too.

I went through every room in the house. I even check my mother and brothers rooms. Every single clock had been destroyed.

Was that me?