The Life of a Demoniac

Last summer, I inadvertently photographed some sort of tool that looked like a hammer with a nail sticking out of the head, sharp side up, which seemed to appear out of thin air. It was extended by one of the long tendrils of a tumbleweed-like demon, which had snaked its remaining tangle of long, thin black hoses among the branches of the bush it was hiding in. It was hitting my neck and shoulders with it, and was lashing out so fast that it was captured on only one still frame clearly [ see VIDEO | Spiked instrument used repeatedly on my back and neck to cause pain ]. Today, that new torture tool was going to be the window coverings: Sometimes, I have to write posts that make me look and sound really, really bad; this is one of them, in that I have to say that a window covering tried to reach out to knock me on the head This video shows something else headed right at me at the same breakneck speed: It only backed away when it realized my camera was recording. I am sure it was...

The Voices Demons started flooding my apartment with water today, which came from the wall behind the toilet, hoping later to place the blame on me for breaking the toilet. While doing this, they were saying, "Don't lean back on the toilet," in a mock scolding voice, implying that this would be the reason ascertained for the water damage. After I discovered where the water was coming from, I recorded it on video; and, as soon as they realized the video I made would clearly show where the water was coming from did, they stopped the flow immediately: Apparently, they don't want to be blamed for a bigger problem than they have to, especially considering the fact that they are already imposing their problem (i.e., me) on the owner of the home as it is. NOTE | The Voices Demons claim that very few people want to rent to a tenant who is being physically and mentally tormented by demons that have hijacked the town (even though, at least in my mind, one problem should ...

A video made last night suggests that the illusion of Scratchen's eyes appeared out of nowhere, glowing, and in the dark: The video from which the above still frame was taken was made at my apartment, where lots of demons decided to shack up for the night. Like the two other videos already posted to this blog showing this same illusion, Scratchen's eyes in this new video were also formed by objects made blurry by a camera in motion, specifically, two bolts on the side of a desk chair: NOTE | In one past video, the eyes were actually buttons on a shirt hanging in a closet; the other, light-and-shadow play on a power strip, as well as opportune camera angle. I didn't notice the eyes until I reviewed the video a second time (when I usually skim frame-by-frame), nor did I see them with my own eyes at the time. Also, there does not appear to be any bolts in the side of this chair at this time. My phone probably changed hands a number of times between the first review ...

Fear goes along with the pain my demons inflict during their torture ritual, which is, in part, fear of one's safety. They usually accomplish this at night by surrounding my house with a numerous amount  of monsters and, of course, by filling my house with them, too. These monsters aren't as effective as they used to be when I was a kid and, about six years ago, when they started up again; but, they used to be. They can look and sound like any threat imaginable; but, after so many years of this, it's more of a nuisance when it's not a painful reminder of the very hard-to-solve problem that continues to persist for me, some family and others. So, to reacquire the element of fear that I outgrew, demons have employed people whenever they can. Doing so adds a cornucopia of anxieties for them to work with, they seem to think (even though, to me, it's simple: people can be dangerous, especially when they act that way). As you can see from two videos I made during su...

The police report detailing the incident described in CRIME | Flee from attacker all but destroys only valuable possessions , on which, incidentally, I learned how Spectre-of-Death demons fly , was obtained today at the Santa Clara Police Department: Santa Clara Police Department Report No. 12-12891 by James Alan Bush On that night, after Voices Demons' repeated threats of impending physical violence, a seemingly random encounter on the street resulted in an injury that still bears scars, and a dead laptop that has still not been recovered: My hip, which still bears a scar from this injury My knee A scar was left on my hip from the injury incurred duringt the assault The laptop had data on it vital to the fight against the demons now attacking the Northern Bay Area of California; now, however, it is completely useless as it awaits data recovery at Gilware, Inc., in Madison, Wisconsin: At first, only the screen was broken; but, a slight bend in the casing even...