MAY 27, 2012

Log from May 27^th:

i am JACK FROST

MAY 26, 2012

Log from May 26^th:

once upon atime

there was a magnet and her name was [REDACTED]

evry one wanted it

and so did i

she didnt like cold and wer always cold

i hid in a snow bank and watched the red cap mark her first

now Child King coud not have the magnet

no magnets in the court

MAY 20, 2012

Log from May 20^th:

THE EMPTY CITY BEDTIME STORY

I’m becoming dizzy; I can’t tell left from right

There isn’t a speck of life anywhere in sight

I’m screaming to the heavens because there’s no way to fight

Only my own shadow is around to hear my plight

I can tell it’s keeping me locked in here out of spite

This city will consume me some time during the night

MAY 19, 2012

Log from May 19^th:

once up on a time

i was ALL alone

and very cold

and then Red found me and sad I could go with her

so we buyed a car and ran away to a empty city

she named me jack

[REDACTED]

MAY 13, 2012

Log from May 13^th:

once up on atime

i had a dog and his name was razzie.

Red got me him as a pressent and he is the best dog

one day he tryd to kill her so she killed him first and i was very sad

a week later he came back and he was my puppy again

we called him razzie too

and evry time red killed razzie from then on he woud always come back

so i didnt kill Red.

APRIL 24, 2012

Log from April 24^th:

As of this morning, the Mistress and Jack have gone.

APRIL 22, 2012

Log from April 22^nd:

She has shown no sign of regaining consciousness, but it appears as though she used my computer.

She left several news stories open on my browser. One dates back to 1999, concerning the identification of a body; his body was nearly destroyed on the surface, but tests confirmed that the body was that of a school teacher who worked at [REDACTED]. Just outside downtown Ottawa, closer to the south end.

Apparently, there were rumours that he was a pedophile. He had been preying on students for years. The murderer was never found…but his body was empty.

His blood had been drained, but no one ever found a drop.

April 22^nd (evening):

Jack and I are reading through his book. He was upset that the Mistress has not awakened yet. I hoped to calm him by bleeding for her even more, but it seems that I am running low. I can hardly move, for the vertigo, and I am extremely weakened. I can no longer tell whether my body is freezing, or my apartment. I am so cold and numb that it feels like I am on fire.

THE SMILING MAN BEDTIME STORY:

His love for me is shallow

And where he goes, there’s aloe

It’s a matter of fir

Before I end up like her

He’s left me a bouquet

I can’t lily him away

I accept the bittersweet

I’ll be strewn across the street

He will rip me apart

If it means he’ll have my heart

Cyclamen, my friend

Begonia his stalking trend.

THE SLENDER MAN BEDTIME STORY:

Excuse me, sir, you’re in this film

It seems you have no face

I feel as though you’re watching me

But that can’t be the case

You are in every corner

Should I bother trying to run?

I fear for my sanity

And you’re just having fun

Are you driving me to suicide

Or trying to make me yours?

I feel as though you’ve tainted me

Your mark is in my pores

Don’t make me your proxy

I can’t bear to be your slave

But you’ve had me since childhood

So drag me to my grave.