Hollowmark and Lovelace 9Chapter Nine:January 17th(?): Checking UpFor the first time since we'd met Dannon, I was able to sleep in 'til ten o'clock. I didn't realize I had until I fell out of bed and landed on my alarm clock. One of the stupid-looking bells cut into my bare neck. I mouthed a curse and shoved it under the bed. Suddenly it seemed like a really awful idea, keeping an old-fashioned alarm clock. My fault probably, I'd broken the small plastic box-y one
There was no one else in the room, except for Petersen, who was engrossed in improving his haunt. The laptop hummed almost pleasantly. I pushed my hair out of my eyes, trying to slow my heart down and stop the bleeding. It felt like a rather nasty paper-cut, but I couldn't see it to gauge the size or severity. Difficult to look at one's own neck, especially after just waking up.I got up and staggered into the bathroom and fulfilled a rat
Hollowmark and Lovelace 8Chapter Eight:January 15th: Interim and the ChangesSeven hours of sleep was not ever enough. I rolled onto my other side and nearly broke my nose on the wall. There wasn't enough room for me in my own bed, was there? I slapped the wall as if that might make it move a bit."Get up, already! I think I've conscripted most of your laundry trying to wake you up
"Curse whoever had made Dannon our roommate. Straight to the most literal of blazes with them, I say. "Bugger off." The words weren't afforded much oomph, as my face was still half in the wall, half in the pillow. The little sod had the most annoying habit of waking up before eight o'clock. And he thought he had the right to call other people insane.He also, apparently, got lonely. That is, he insisted on my being awake whenever he was, which meant that I'd been getting far less sleep than a man ought.
Hollowmark and Lovelace 7Chapter Seven:January 11th: UpstairsThe floorboards creaked ominously as we navigated around the holes. Some were smaller than a golf ball, but others could have easily let an encyclopedia through. Either to brag wordlessly or to make the going easier on us livies, Joseph went right through the middle of the hall, where the floor was in the worst condition. I gripped the banister and made my way very slowly. I hardly dared so much as check on Dannon's progress.If I had made the mistake of offering assistance, he almost certainly would have bitten my hand off at the wrist. I could hear him swearing under his breath, along with a few bizarrely worded prayers that seemed to be cursing God rather than requesting aide.As we neared the nursery door, I began to wonder if vomiting onto the ground floor would have any effect on the stability of the second. I had a weak stomach at the best of times, and right now was as
Hollowmark and Lovelace 6Chapter Six:January 11th: IndoorsI thought of offering to help Dannon over the large hole in the porch, but it seemed wisest not to. He gauged the distance, took in the worm-eaten pet corpse, then carefully found a way around the mess. I waited patiently in the living room, scanning the place for things I might have missed before."Say what you want, I do not like this.""No one expects you to, Joseph. Rather the opposite.""Easy for you to be glib about it," he snapped. He was too serious, though. Practically
afraid.I moved farther into the room, keeping an eye on Dannon, who appeared to be finding his own way into things. He was already heading for the closet. Carefully, like a small child testing his mother's eyesight regarding the cookie jar.And like said mother, I shook my head and held up a hand. "Wait a minute." You'll spoil your dinner, ha ha. He