Thursday, August 4, 2011
It seemed that every time that I do not write much about the colonel is when he is most active and angry. I have not spent much time writing about him. I spent several hours writing about the difficulties we are having. My wife and I. The Colonel must be jealous that he is not getting my undivided attention. He is in my dimension. I can smell him, the stench of death. An hour or so ago I went through the house to make sure the doors are locked and the lights off. As I made my way towards the bathroom the light was on. I distinctly remembering turning out the lights, except for the TV. Oh yea, I can feel his presence. He is among us. He is not through playing tricks on us, either. I turned the bathroom light off. I will have to walk around to see what else he does.As I was turning around I heard the sounds of a television. It was very faint but I knew exactly that the noise was. My colonel has turned on my television in the front room. He thinks all this is a game, I reached over and turn the TV back off. We have a screened in back porch and spend a lot of time out there because we don't smoke in the house. This is where most of things moving can be seen. My wife will not stay out here I have had tools raising in the air. I have seen shadows of him. Right now, I am going to crawl in bed with my wife.