cut it right out

it has happened before

it's inside me. i understand that now. it came out of the mirror. and into me. but i can cut it out. i already cut one out of the boy. he had one too. we both did. poor kid. wasn't his fault. i feel bad about trying to make him talk. he couldn't talk. it had his tongue.
mine's next now. i'll get it out. and then i win. i should help aunt abby next. she has one too you know. i can help you too. cut it right out. i will be happy to help you all.

Who else could I be?

There in his pocket!  He was hiding it, but I found it, the shiny thing, the mirror.  Is that really me in there?  Is it really me out here?  I don't feel like me. 

I'll know soon

He's a clever one!  Yes, I can admit that.  He lies so still.  Won't move.  Won't blink.  Won't breathe.  He'll come around.  He knows I know.  He can't keep this up.

don't look above you. That's where it lives.

Don't look above you.  That's where it lives.

He's acting up again

Found this on my wall.  Didn't write it.  Must have been the boy.  He won't own up to it.  He won't say anything at all.  No matter.  He can't speak lies with his mouth shut.

Poem:

Look left. No one's there.

Look right. No one's there.

Look behind you. No one's there.

Look at your feet. No one's there.

Repeat just to be safe.

Look left. No one's there.

Look right. No one's there.

Look behind you. No one's there.

Look at your feet. No one's there.

Repeat just to be safe.

Look left. No one's there.

Look right. No one's there.

Look behind you. No one's there.

Look at your feet. No one's there.

But don't look above you.  That's where it lives.

Title: 5th day of the 12th month, morning, this morning, now

He's so silent now.  He was loud at first.  So loud!  I just wanted to shut him up.  Now he won't talk to me.  He's good at keeping secrets.  But I'm better at finding the truth.  I'm a journalist, you see.

This is my neighborhood -- 12/03/11

Found this online.  Laughed for an hour!  The boy better have my answers

That boy on the bike...Who is he?  Why haven't I seen him before this week?  He rides by at the same time every morning, correspondence in hand.  Who is he communicating with?  He's spreading lies.  I know that now.  He's connected to all of this.  He knows what became of Aunt Abby.  And I will have answers.