So I was a good girl today. Minimal computer time, just checked in every now and then to make sure no one had blown up. Made sure to relax and tried not to freak out too much. Gotta get a handle on things, boss is not gonna be happy if I keep calling out from work. But I needed to take care of myself today. And I really needed to be alone.
So I don’t know what to classify Experiment 3 as. Mostly because I don’t know what happened. Let me back up about a week or so. I mentioned rosemary as being the main component for Experiment 2. Well just because the wreathe didn’t work didn’t mean rosemary had no use. As I stated before, rosemary is a traditional herb for use against evil. The wreathe didn’t work and I couldn’t exactly walk up the monster and ask it if it wanted to drink a cup of rosemary tea. So I had to come up with another way to use it.
I decided that water would be the most effective medium to use the rosemary with. I have heard so many theories about it and water that it seemed like a perfect combination. I spent several days letting the rosemary steep in in a pot of water (about an ounce of fresh rosemary in about a gallon of water would be my best guess, I didn’t measure) and was just waiting for a sighting that didn’t involve me walking into the street in the middle of the night. Yes I can learn from past mistakes.
I debated on several different methods of how to test the final product on it and after I decided against using the pot, spitting at it, and a super soaker, I decided on water balloons. Purple water balloons. No the color has no significance, it just happens to be my favorite color.
So I’ve been sleeping with my spare laundry basket next to my bed, piled full of magical water balloons. Yes I know what that sounds like. No I don’t give a shit. You wouldn’t be laughing if I had said it worked, would you?
Ok background finished, on to last night. I’ve managed to stall typing this out all day. It was standing under my directly window. Perfect shot. There was no way I could miss it. I put my crystals on my dresser and I grabbed a balloon. Asked any deities that might be listening to let me please stay alive and let it drop.
That was around 10:30-11 last night. I have no other memories until about 5 this morning. I was standing in my backyard. I had been wearing shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in. My legs, arms, and clothes were covered in dirt and blood and hairs, some kind of animal hairs. There were animal parts strewn about my yard. I’m gonna guess rabbits or squirrels, maybe raccoons. My part of the state isn’t very heavy on wildlife.
I walked to the front of my house and there was an operator symbol on it. It was drawn in blood. At this point, I had what I think was a fairly reasonable reaction. I got sick. Got inside, showered, and cleaned the blood off my door. I tried to type this up, but every time I started to, things just started spinning in my head and it was way too much to handle.
Because there’s one other thing I’ve avoided typing so far. I might be wrong. Everything was crazy. And I wasn’t feeling very coherent at that point, maybe I’m panicking over nothing, but…
I think there was a metallic taste in my mouth.
What the fuck did I do?