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Morgan disappeared. They didn’t remember. I ran.

That’s what happened. I probably won’t post here again. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to the fire. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to my new siblings.

He draws them through me. I’m a conduit. I know it now.

I don’t know how many of me there are. Hundreds? Thousands? How many Adeles? How many brothers and sisters opened up like Christmas?

I took Baxter with me. He chatters when the pale gentleman is near, and I run again.

I go to libraries. I read the stories. Some of them are true but most of them aren’t. I don’t know which are which.

I hope Eddie doesn’t read them anymore. He draws you through the stories, too. I curse that video game, those new videos, everywhere, everywhere, everyone has heard of him now. So many new conduits. So many new opportunities. How many Adeles? Millions?

I hope no one else has disappeared from my old-new family, but I don’t dare look back so I don’t know.

I won’t comment anywhere. I won’t tell stories anywhere.

If you are reading this, don’t read anymore. Don’t watch anymore. It’s not safe. Don’t be Adele.


From the library


I blanked out the stuff that isn’t important.

You can see why this might bother me. Did I make it all up? Did she make it all up? Is it in both of our heads, or just mine? Were they real?


New phone

Well, I have a phone now, but it’s not my old one. My new parents got me a new phone. It’s nicer than the old one, I think. They didn’t say, but maybe I hurt the old one when I was blacked out. I don’t remember. That might be why they didn’t give it back to me when I woke up–because it was broken, not because they didn’t trust me. It’s a nicer interpretation, anyway. I feel a little less crazy for it.

Then again, maybe they have the GPS activated in this one so they can keep track of me. They did tell me to keep it with me at all times.

It’s a nice phone, though. Nice camera. I’ve been taking pictures of Baxter all evening, not that I’ll post any of them here.

I’ll show you that thing I was talking about soon. After school tomorrow, probably.


I’m back. I was gone for awhile. Hospital again. They said I had a fit. I don’t really remember it.

I found something at the library. When they let me have my phone back I’ll take a picture and post it.

I’m guessing it was what caused my fit. I sort of remember leaving the library, but I don’t remember driving home (borrowed foster mom’s car). That’s not really a good thing. Maybe Adele helped me, I don’t know.

Like I said, I’ll show you. It’s proof of something but I don’t know what.


It was a phone number.
No, it was an earring.

It wasn’t it was

You weren’t there.
But I was.

What happened to me didn’t happen to you.
It did. It happened to both us. IT happened to Adele.


It was Monday no a Tuesday it doesn’t matter it was a day, like any other just a day. and mom went out and we were home and I knew what she was doing but I didn’t tell anyone because what good would that do. Nathan was being a brat and Esther was nervous about something and wouldn’t stop crying and I snapped at them because I was frustrated too and what were they FIRE going to do about it anyway to help me they never helped they just whined around causing problems FIRE FIRE. No that’s not true, that’s not fair, Nathan helped a lot. But he was just a stupid fourteen-year-old kid and what did he know, anyway? I was the big sister and I was supposed to watch out for them and it was my job,


Johnny saw him first, saw the face in the window and he said, “Adele there’s someone looking at us, he looks like a hobo, should we give him some bread?” Mom wouldn’t want us to but Mother wasn’t there and I was in charge I was the big sister. And Nathan was being a jerk and said no let him starve we all have to make our own way in the world and there’s plenty of times we were hungry and no one gave anything to us so why should I be any different but Kenneth was the smartest of any of us and said that’s WHY we’re supposed to be different because we know, we know what it’s like and we have to be different than how the world is


No there wasn’t there wasn’t any fire I was there and I know.

And then the gentleman without a face reached right through the wall he reached through the wall with an arm like a branch uncurling like a lance uncurling like a long curling lance and he grabbed at us and I knew we had to run. There was there was there was a shotgun on the wall there was a cordless phone I grabbed the phone the gun I ran. No I stayed I told them to go into the woods, go into the woods I’m right behind you.

And Mother came back for her stupid pearl earring and blood blood blood all over the walls and ears and hair and brains and guts and fingers and skin and that little hairy patch from her kneecap that she was always trying to shave and never quite did

Her boyfriend stood her up she came back looking for his number

the earring the earring it was the number the phone number his cell number she didn’t find it

She didn’t find it she died, she died right there in front of us and blood and hair on the walls and her ear would never hold another earring again and her hand would never hold another phone

they said it was her boyfriend, her last one, jealous, he was a drug dealer and he cut her up, the gangster with the lake house and all the speakeasies in Chicago it was him they said it was him who did it but it wasn’t we know it was the man without a face the gentleman who looked like the moon

At least they didn’t see it, Nathan and Esther and Johnny and Kenneth. They ran out to the woods behind the house beyond the barn before Mother Mom came back for her earring phone number. And I had the shotgun the cordless phone and tried to use it but my hands were shaking and I ran we ran I ran too and I followed them

I almost tripped so many times because I kept looking over my shoulder but he wasn’t following and I was so stupid so foolish so idiotic I thought I thought I thought he didn’t follow I didn’t know that he didn’t have to follow he never had to follow because he was already there in the place we were running to he’s always there he’s always everywhere he doesn’t have to come because he’s already there

We hid in the trreeeeeessssssssss

We hid in the trees, I boosted Kenneth and Johnny and Esther up to Nathan who was already up there, he climbed like a monkey he’s always been able to do that and I lifted them helped them boosted them up and we thought it was okay all right just peachy there behind the leaves leaves leaves like a covering of lace doesn’t cover up anything like beetles, beetles crawling, little green leaves so little and useless

We hid in the trees wee were so stupid d d

it was like they exploded. it’s an explosion in my head. all happening at once. but it didn’t ,it didn’t happen at once. he took his time he took his time HE TOOK HIS TIME HIS TIME HE TOOK IT TIME HE TOOK ALL THE TIME HIS TIME

the barn was on fire it was burning burning burning it was bright and hot and yellow and red


he opened them up like Christmas and he loved it he loved it so much and he made us me adele watch


he didn’t want me he never wanted me not like that he didn’t have to open me up because he was all ready already there he didn’t want me because he already had me always did i was always his and didn’t know it and he doesn’t want what he already has

little adele dear little adele sweet little adele you care so much and you draw them to you and you draw me to them and i follow you i follow you into their dreams and i am there right there right there every second and this this last part this is nothing this is the least of what i do what i see where i am this is a final signature on a longlonglonglonglonglong letter filled with my handwriting and you helped me write it dear adele you are the ink and the quill and the parchment and the words

he doesn’t speak he doesn’t have to he looks at you and you know and the barn was burning and he opened them up like christmas in july and mom mother was all over the kitchen in lumps of blood and tissue like the first time we had our moonthly


i see the moon and the moon sees me and the moon is the somebody i want to see

School started today. Who the hell cares?

Baxter bit me again today. I know he was just scared. It wasn’t as bad as last time. Just a nip on the finger. One hole, neat and precise. Like a needle from a syringe. Surgical. Deep

I sat there and watched the blood well up. Dark and dark. It welled and welled. It never seemed to overflow, just sat there on my finger like the tiny bud of a new rose. Dark and red and dark and red. Just as the tar seeps up from the ground.

Through miles of waste to cross upstream risking all dreams for what the surface brings free like a flow that pours from your hand claiming its own new river

I am claimed and I can never be free.

I have proof. I’ll show you.

Perhaps you’ve guessed

Yes, I saw him. Waiting at the bus stop. Right under the tree, right there. Face round as the moon. Hahaha. The moon.

I see the moon and the moon sees me and the moon sees the somebody i want to see and God kill the moon and God kill me and God bless the somebody i want to see oh please just let me die.


dammit, just take me instead! COME ON. I’m right here and I’m asking you to! Come on, come on, take me instead.

please please please


How many times do I have to ask?

take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me take me


On every page I ask, I beg, I plead.

Midnight feeder.

Bloody reaper.

I should have known one day you would come.

And I did. I did know, and I asked I asked I asked i asked iasked oneverypage oneveryblogpost.

take me and leave them alone. please.