I survived yet another night in the terrorrory. Sure it was scary but I pulled through. I didn’t see any ghosts, or the ghost, but I saw a pretty evil looking hare. He might have been sent from hell or it might have been the fact that the headlights of my car was flooding him with light, either way his eyes were red and evil and scary and angry looking and I really couldn’t see, since he was turned with his right side towards me, but I think he might have been holding a knife in his left paw, clinching it with his little claws, waiting for me to get out of the car so that he cold make his move, jumping with his massive back legs towards me like the evil hare that he is.

It might be that I am letting my imagination get the best of me.

Oh well, only one more night in the terrortory before I can get some sleep and distance… then after three days of leave I have to go back.

No song from Rob O today. I guess he passed out from all the beers on the porch only to be woken up by the rain, dripping on his face and as he tries to get up he notices that his shoe laces, which are still on his shoes (and the shoes are on his feet), have been tied, in very small knots, around the planks of the porch floor. Trying to undo them, not succeeding, he hears a little evil laugh behind him. He slowly turns around; there it is: the evil, red eyed hare… and it’s got a knife.