Ducks Are Super-Scary!

So, I've been reading blogs. Fearblogs, as they're called. Some are really freaky. Some are slightly less freaky, but freaky nevertheless. Some of them end sadly. Some of them don't end sadly, but still pretty badly for the blogger. Some of them end abruptly, with no indication of whatever happened to the blogger.

Either way, these blogs have inspired me to run. In almost all of them, when the runner stays in one place for too long, everyone around them gets killed. Brutally.

I can't let that happen.

Which is why tomorrow, I'm going to pack up my things and leave, say goodbye to this house forever. I hope my family understands.

Scratch that, I hope they never understand.

So, the ducks. They're starting to really freak me out. When I went out this morning, the neighborhood was full of them. Ducks all over the lawns, the gardens, the pools, even on top of cars or roofs or telephone wires! Never have I seen so many ducks in my life.

Every time I looked out a window, they were there, staring with those oddly intelligent eyes, and and there would be tons of them. Yes, two thousands of them. And then, around halfway through the day, they started pecking and flapping at the windows. No one else seemed to notice, but it was driving me crazy. I couldn't concentrate on anything.

Why am I even still going to school? I should've pretended to be sick so I could pack up and leave while Mom was at work and Tom was at school.

And then the unexpected happened (Well, really, I should have expected it eventually). Mom was giving me a ride home (I no longer trust myself to drive, even with her in the passenger seat), when all the ducks just went up and flew into the air, all of them, at once. A flurry of white and brown and green and black and orange, filling up the sky until all I could see was birds.

They started flying in circles, making a giant spiral in the sky.  Except they no longer looked like ducks. They looked like storm clouds.

Strong winds started blowing against the car, making loud, creepy noises outside. We had been listening to music on the radio, but it got interrupted by static. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and for a split second, I saw that the storm clouds, despite still being storm clouds, were also ducks, flying around in never-ending circles through the sky.

"I'm REALLY starting to miss the Eye," I said, mostly to myself.

"WHAT?!" my mom yelled over the wind.

"Nothing!" I yelled in reply, "Just get us out of here as fast as you can!"

"I'm trying!" she exclaimed, though the car was moving at a very slow pace.

Off in the distance, I saw a storm cloud of birds start separating themselves from the rest, headed towards the ground in an odd funnel shape...

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered, and jammed my foot over my mom's, stepping on the gas as hard as I could.

I'm not sure how we got home. The memories are all a blur from there, but the point is, our car is now crashed into a ditch, and Tom's motorcycle is who-knows-how-far away. (He made it home and got into the storm cellar before the bike was carried away by the storm, so he's okay. I don't think I could live with myself if...)

So we've spent the last few hours hanging out in the storm cellar. We (and by we, I mean Tom) managed to light up a fire, and we waited out the storm there, eating the canned foods we keep in there for dinner. It was nice to finally spend some family time together, away from the Eye and the demon birds known as the Convocation. I almost forgot about my worries for a few hours.

Almost.

When we stopped hearing the winds blowing violently against... well,everything, we looked out to see the carnage.

Surprisingly, very little damage was made.While watching the news on TV, they said that the tornado flew right over our town, not hitting the ground until quite a few miles away. The most damage any of the houses got was a blown-off roof and some belongings whisked away.Our house is one-story, so nothing much really happened to it.

Kind of pointless for a storm that strong, though, don't you think? But I wouldn't know, we don't get any tornadoes in my area.

Still, those were some seriously messed up ducks.

--Branden

Ducks Are Scary

True to its word, the Eye didn't appear today. And also true to its word, one of its friends came after me.

At first it was just one. When I woke up this morning, there was a duck at my window. Which is weird, because I live nowhere close to the park and webbed feet are not good for stepping on windowsills. But it was there. And it was really freaking creepy.

Throughout the day, more started to appear. Every time I would look out a window, two or three ducks would be staring back at me. And they didn't look like normal ducks. They looked... smarter, somehow.

I usually eat my lunch outside. When I went out the door with my food on my tray, five ducks were waiting for me. I went back in.

School finally ended, and I was waiting for Mom to pick me up. The ducks were following me, with that silly little waddle of theirs, but it somehow managed to look creepy. I'm not sure how to explain it. It just did.

On the ride home, my mom appeared concerned, but she didn't say anything. I don't talk much to her anymore. Or to Tom. Strange, how that's changed in just a week.

There's a couple ducks standing outside my window now. I've closed the blinds, I know they're there, staring at me. Almost makes me wish the Eye was back. At least I can physically hurt it without feeling guilty.

The ducks seem to be harmless for now. At least, they're not attacking or anything. They just seem to stare at me, similarly to the Eye. But it's driving me crazy, because I know they're going to do something. I just know it.

I shouldn't be staying here. I should be packing up and moving away. Every minute I spend here puts my family in danger. But I can't stand to leave them alone.

I've shut myself off from my friends. They refuse to believe there's some creepy eye chasing after me. I guess I don't blame them.

Ducks are still there. Still not doing anything besides looking creepy. I'm really regretting driving that motorcycle.

I'm letting my thoughts get ahead of me. I should be trying to plan a course of action. Where do I even start? It's not like I even have a chance! Why don't they just get it over with and kill me now? They're going to do it anyway, aren't they? Why go through the trouble if they can easily do it instantly?

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I don't even know why I live.

--Branden

What am I doing?

I told myself I would throw away this computer. I didn't. I have no reason to come back here, not when the stupid Eye is in it, and yet I cannot bring myself to throw it out. And why am I still writing this blog? I should be looking for a way to stop this!

Here, allow me to enlighten you: http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Compulsion

-_- I hate you.

I know.

So the Eye was looking irritated today. I mean, not irritated like annoyed, but more like, pink, puffy, and with tears constantly pouring out of it. Tears of blood. It's really gross.

Although I suppose it was also annoyed, since I kept stabbing it.

I have an... infection. Don't mind it.

It's really hard to not mind. And how does something like you get an eye infection?

I got in a fight with one of the other Fears, okay?

Ha, I bet he totally beat you up, considering you're an eye and can't touch anything without severely hurting yourself.

I killed him.

Oh. Um... I guess that's one less problem for humanity, then.

Oh, he'll get better. Fears never die for long.

Well, that's good to know...

Say, if  you're inside this computer, does that mean my computer is Judgement?

No.

I'm still gonna be wary around it.

You seem awfully calm for someone who's being constantly terrorized by a giant disembodied eyeball.

It's kind of hard to take you seriously when you're obviously in so much pain.

And because of that, I think I'll be calling in sick tomorrow. I managed to convince on of my friends to terrorize you instead.

Judgement?!

No, not quite yet.

Then who?

You'll see....

~Eye of Judgement

Okay... I'll, um... I'll just talk go back to talking to the readers, then.

So, as I was saying, the Eye looked irritated today, and I kept stabbing it. And, um... That's really it. See, I'm not sure why I even keep this blog. Oh, right, Compulsion. Well, since I have nothing better to do, I'll just... sign off.

--Branden

Bad News

So INSANITY's back. Guess he couldn't shut up long enough. Whatever, I've got bigger problems anyway. But it makes me think, he saw it coming, didn't he? He kept dropping hints, and...

Can't worry about that now. The Eye's been appearing more often.

It was on my desk when I walked into class this morning. I stabbed it with my pencil. I got a lot of weird looks.

It was on the floor when I was walking to the bathroom. I stepped on it until it left.

It was on the window when I walked into my science class. I elbowed it when no one was looking. My elbow was covered in eye juice.

I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out!

It wasn't made any better when I turned on my computer today, and a large blue eye was on the desktop background.

Is it possible... Could it... Is the Eye inside my computer?

Took you long enough.

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Now, now. There is no need for such language. You're in enough trouble already, are you not?

How the [censored] did you get in here?!

Let's just say I struck a little deal with the Manufactured Newborn.

Um... who's that again?

You ignorant little... You don't know a thing, do you? Fine, all the easier for me to kill you.

Speaking of which, when are you planning on going through with that?

I'll be taking my time. Until then, I think I'll have a little fun with you.

As long as you leave my family out of this.

Not replying, then? Okay. I see. You realize that punishing people by killing them makes you no better than the people you're punishing in the first place?

I never said I was. That doesn't keep them from deserving punishment.

You're just using that as an excuse, aren't you? The only true reason you kill people is because you feel like it. You just use their sins to make them feel guilty before you do.

No answer again? Fine. What could you possibly have to gain by being in my computer?

Oh, nothing. Not anything that would interest you, anyway.

Whatever. Just leave my family alone.

Okay, guys, this is goodbye. I think I'll stay away from this computer for a while. It's seriously creeping me out.

Aren't you supposed to be grounded from it, anyway?

No...

And now you're lying? And you still think you should not be punished?

That's it. I'm shutting this off, now.

--Branden

~Eye of Judgement

He's Here.

No, not Judgement, thank God.

Tom arrived a few hours ago. He was glaring at me. I tried to look innocent. Just then the mechanic called. Mom gave me a verbal beating, and grounded me for a month, but she went over and paid the mechanic, and we got the motorcycle back. Problem solved.

At least it would have been, if not for the Eye.

An interesting thing happened today (you know, other than that stuff). We were eating dinner, and it was plenty awkward, due to the events of the week, but nowhere near as awkward as what was about to happen.

I ripped a leg off of the big smoked chicken that Mom had bought, and was about to take a bite out of it, when I saw an eye sticking out of it staring at me.

I freaked. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Like a little girl. In the corner of my eye, I noticed my family staring at me awkwardly.

I remembered what Proxiehunter had said, and grabbed my fork, stabbing the Eye with it multiple times. I could've sworn I heard a voice in my head saying, OW! Not again! Then the Eye sort of, just... disappeared. I wasn't really that hungry anymore.

I excused myself from the table and went directly here. I can hear them whispering over in the kitchen... Not sure what they're talking about.Probably wondering about my mental health, I am sure.

What should I do? Should I tell them? Would they believe me? Will they be safe? What'll happen to them after I'm gone? Is there a way to, you know, not get killed by this Eye?

I'll be biding my time until I can find some more answers. If Judgement comes... I just hope it won't. I'm still keeping an eye on Tom, though, just in case.

God, I don't know what to do. If only I hadn't... But I guess what's done is done. All I need to worry about is what's happening now and what I'm going to do about it. And now I'm starting to ramble...

The Eye's appeared again. I think I'll go stab it some more. See you later, guys.

--Branden

Homework

On a Saturday? No way!

Well, in case you haven't been reading the comments, there's been some creepy stuff going on. Mainly, that stuff my computer's been doing? Apparently it's more than just some glitch (which has mysteriously cleared up, by the way). The capital letters in all that gibberish spell out the following words: EYE, JUDGE, CONSCIENCE, MINOS, HORUS, MIMIR, and SEESYOU.

I have this friend, name's Corbin. He knows a lot about... well, everything. If I ever need help with homework, I give him a call. So that's what I did today. I  asked him about  those three names up there (Minos, Horus, and Mimir), and here's what he told me (paraphrased, of course, as I do not feel like bothering you with all the details that he explained):

King Minos was a bad ruler who sent fourteen kids every year to be eaten by a monster, then he locked up an old man and his son in an ever-changing maze, after which they escaped (Well, one of them did) and Minos chased after, bent on revenge. The important thing, however, happens after he was killed several years later: Minos then proceeded to become one of the judges of the Underworld, condemning people for their sins for all of eternity.

Horus was the Egyptian bird-headed god of war and hunting (among other things). He was a very powerful god in Egyptian mythology, and represented everything the Egyptians knew as a people. His symbol is the Eye of Horus, said to protect people from evil-doers.

Mimir was also a god, said to be very wise and stuff. He owned a well, which he would drink from daily in order to gain his knowledge. When Odin was trying to learn the magic runes, he sacrificed his eye into the well so he could see the wisdom it beheld. Mimir is said to watch over the well, and he can apparently see things that he shouldn't be able to see, sometimes into other worlds entirely. Also, Mimir was beheaded at some point. But he got better.

So, let's see. Minos is a judge, Horus is represented by an eye, and Mimir can see a lot of things. Starting to see a pattern here?

At first I was a little skeptical to believe that some disembodied eye named Blinky is after me. I mean, it does sound a little far-fetched. But, what with my computer being weird yesterday, and this stuff... I just hope it's not true.

Okay, it may be just the paranoia getting to me, but I swear I just saw an eye sticking out of my wall. I'm seriously trying not to panic here. I'm not turning around. I'm not turning around...

Oh, it's gone. Man, that was scary. I swear...

So apparently the Eye's gonna send someone after me. Someone by the name of Judgement. The guys in the comments are speculating that it might be Tom, and I'm seriously hoping it's not.

Tom's coming home tomorrow night. I'll keep an eye on him when he does. Ha, see what I did there?

One last thing. Apparently this Eye is part of a larger group of eldritch beings called Fears. I know the Slenderman (who doesn't?) but the rest are completely new to me. Apparently they all enjoy killing people, or driving them insane, or driving them insane before killing them. I'm not really sure how much better off I am than the victims of any of these guys.

Well. that's it for now, guys. Just, you know, thought I should share this with you. In case I'm gone by next week.

--Branden

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--Bran

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I just had the strangest dream...

I need to write this down before I forget it. Let's hope I don't make a habit out of using this blog as a dream journal.

So, anyway, it started out just like any other dream: I was at school, and I was in my underwear. For some reason I did not notice I was dreaming, despite the fact that all my dreams start out that way.

So I was in my underwear, at school, when I got called to the principal's office. Normal enough. So I went over there, but the principal wasn't my principal: This one was a woman, I didn't know her name. She didn't have a nameplate... thing. I seem to have forgotten what she looked like. Except for her eyes. They were a deep, dark blue.

So she started talking, and she was saying the weirdest things.

"I know what you've done, Branden," she said, her voice calm and low.

"Um," I replied. "What have I done?"

"You know what I'm talking about," she said, with the same calmness in her voice. "Don't play dumb with me."

"I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. Ma'am."

"Don't think you can hide from me," she continued. "I see EVERYTHING."

And then... God, how do I explain this? Then her eyes sort of... got bigger, until they, like... they kind of popped out of her head, then they... they like, meshed together into one big eye, and... And it was still growing, and floating around.

I ran out of there. Ran as fast as my bare feet could carry me. But the eye followed. It floated out of the office and chased me down the hallway. I might have screamed. I don't remember too well.

So it was chasing me through the school, and no matter where i tried to hide from it it would always follow, sometimes just appearing behind me, even though it should have had no way of getting there. This continued until... Well, until my alarm sounded.

This probably sounds a little ridiculous, but at the time it seemed really scary. The way that eye would stare at me... I don't like to think about it.

But I'm probably overreacting. It was just a freaky dream, that's all. Anyway, I'd better get ready for school, else I'll be late. So, bye for now!

--Branden

P.S. INSANITY says he'll shut up now. Took him long enough.

Ode to INSANITY

What is your problem? I realize that you hate me, despite the fact that I don't even KNOW you. I have been having an extensively bad day, and I come home to see your snide comments, insulting me in ways you must think are creative, and it doesn't make it any better! Whatever you have against me, ignore it and leave me alone!

I realize it now. You're nothing but an internet troll who has nothing better to do than go to other people's blogs and try to make them angry.

Well, it worked. What now? I realize that by paying attention to you I am probably just kindling your flame, as they say, but I don't really care about that  right now. All I care about is that you leave me alone and stop bothering me!

As for anyone else reading this, I really don't feel like telling how my day went. I just don't.

Branden out.

I have done something terrible

I hate to admit this, but INSANITY was probably right. I do deserve that stuff he said. Still, he didn't have to be a douche about it.

So here's what happened: I was just driving (would the term be driving? I am so inexperienced with motorcycles...) along around the park, when there's this loud bump, and the next thing I know I'm just flying through the air, landing roughly on the ground and rolling through the dirt.

.... No, INSANITY, I did not end up in a coma!

Anyway, I got up roughly and winced in pain as I realized I'd sprained my ankle. My knees were aching as well, and my hands were bleeding all over the place. I should probably wear protective gear next time.
So i looked over at the bike; it didn't look too much worse for wear, although it had stopped running, so some damage must have been done to the engine or something.

Then I looked over and saw what I'd run over.

Now, ducks are usually quite humorous animals. Even the word duck is quite funny to hear and say. But when I saw that helpless bird, lying there, covered in dirt and blood, the last thing I was doing was laughing.
I'm not sure how a duck was run over by my motorcycle. I know there's a lake right in the center of the park, so it wasn't a matter of why it was there. But if a duck, or any animal for that matter, happened to be crossing the trail, they'd probably be able to hear a motorcycle from a mile away.

But that wasn't on my mind at that moment. The only thing on my mind was that I had just killed something. Or at least mortally wounded it.

I get really squeamish at the though of killing or being killed. I have several friends who like to go hunting for fun, but I despise the act. Killing innocent creatures for my own amusement, or really any reason at all, is not something I would ever like to do.

Now, INSANITY might say that's a little hypocritical  after all, I'm using a bike that clearly isn't mine. But using things without permission is NOT the same as killing!

Anyway, I realized the duck was alive when it began flapping one of its wings and making pained quacking sounds, trying desperately to get up. As soon as i saw that, I scooped it up into my arm, with some difficulty, and stand the bike up with my other hand.

After trying several times and failing to start the motorcycle, I realized I'd have to walk to a vet, and later an auto repair shop (motorcycles count as automobiles, right?) on my own.

Fortunately, my town is relatively small, so that wasn't as much of a problem as it would be if I lived in, like, New York or something.

So, as I arrived around twenty minutes later to the local vet, I parked the bike and ran in, where they too the duck into some room and said I couldn't go in until they'd finished all their tests.

That was cool with me, as I needed to fix the bike anyway. That rose another problem.

Because I don't have a car, I've never needed to repair an automobile before, and so I had no idea where the repair shop was, or if we even have one.

That's when my phone rang. I fished out of my pocket and read the caller ID. It was Tom. Crap.

"Hello?" I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

Unfortunately, we had grown too close to each other over the years, so he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"What did you do to my bike?" he asked.

"Nothing...," I said.

"You're not fooling anyone, Branden," he replied.

"Fine," I said. "In that case, do you know where I could find a repair shop?"

At this, Tom started yelling obscenities into the phone, words I had never even heard before and ones I didn't think could exist. Thankfully, I was saved by the beeping that told me I had another call.

"Sorry, gotta take this," I said, though I doubt he heard me over his own yelling.

"Hey sweetie, when are you coming home?" asked my mom as I put Tom on hold. "I made pizza!"

"Uh....," I said, even more nervously than when Tom had called.

"And by made, I mean ordered. Like from a pizzeria."

"Oh," I replied, relieved. Mom is a nice woman, but a terrible cook.

But, uh, don't tell her I said that. Even though she knows it. Still don't tell her.

"Yeah, I'll me there in a few minutes, I've got some... stuff to take care of."

"Okay," she said, sounding a little suspicious, "But get home soon, it'll be arriving any minute now, and I'd hate to eat by myself."

"Okay, mom. Love you."

"Love you, too."

When I hung up, Tom was still screaming at the top of his lungs.

"In a castle far away where no one can hear you!" he finished.

"Yeah," I said. "So about the auto shop?"

Tom sighed. "It's right by the vet's office. By the way, you do know you need a licence to drive a motorcycle, right?"

My eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, of course I know that! What, you thought I didn't have a licence?"

"As far as I know, you don't turn sixteen until April."

Well, he got me there.

"So I've been driving a motorcycle illegally," I said. "Just add that to another of the terrible things I've done today!"

"What?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Nothing, gotta go."

With that, I hung up and left the vet's office. So, it turns out there is an auto repair shop right next to it. You'd think I'd have noticed that.

As I brought the motorcycle in, the guy at the shop regarded it... regardfully. Wow, I felt so confident going into that sentence.

"What did you do, run over a puppy with it?" he asked immediately.

"Not exactly," I replied vaguely. "Just... How long is it gonna take?"

"Oh, I wouldn't be worried about that," he replied. "What I'd be worried about is how much it's gonna cost ya'. You got a job, kid?"

I winced and shook my head.

"Then who do you think's gonna pay for this?"

"Well," I said, "My mom's the only person I'm living with right now, so her."

The man shook his head. "I should have it fixed in a few days. Give me your number, and I'll give you a call. Your mom can come over and pay for it then."

I told him my phone number, then left. I went into the vet's office to check on the duck, and they said it would have to stay there for a few days, and after that they'd release it back into the park.

So, as I walked home, I reflected around my thoughts.

I'd run over a duck, found out I'd been riding a motorcycle illegally this whole time, and just cost my mom an indeterminate amount of money. I decided not to tell her about it, so dinner was slightly awkward.

Anyway, that's what happened today guys. I don't know what to do! I feel so incredibly guilty. I did something I shouldn't have, and it all went completely wrong. I mean, sure, this will all be fixed by the end of the week, but wouldn't have even had to be fixed if I had just done what I was told.

So, I guess you win this round, INSANITY. But you still don't have to be a douche about it.

So I was just taking the bike out for a ride...

When i wondered, do you need like a permit or something to ride a motorcycle? I certainly hope not. So, anyway, I was riding it, and it was AWESOME! It feels so cool to have the wind blowing through my hair, and the sight of other people staring at you jealously...

Anyway, the bike was a little hard to control at first (apparently it's different from riding a bicycle), but after a while, I got the hang of it, and it was just smooth sailing (er, riding...) from there.

So, um... That's about it. Just wanted to share that with you guys.

Also, someone named INSANITY (weird name, by the way) was being a jerk on my first post, for no reason whatsoever. Uncool, dude. uncool.

--Branden

Hello...?

Um... I'm not entirely sure what to do here... Guess I'll just start by introducing myself.

Hi, my name's Branden. I'm fifteen, I live with my mom and older brother Tomas, and um... I'm really pretty much just another average Joe.

I wanted to start this blog for a reason. Mainly peer pressure, my friends persuaded me. But also, I got this totally cooltastic (yes, I just made that word up) bike over the weekend and it's really cool!

Okay, technically, it's not mine, it's Tom's, but he's going away for a week (something about applying for an internship across the country or something) so I get to take care of it! Yes, he said I couldn't ride it, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Anyway, I think I'll take the bike out for a spin tomorrow, it's getting kind of late. So, um, bye for now! you know, if anyone's reading this!

--Branden