I just wanted some cherries out of the kitchen, but apparently, that was too much to ask. My power was out; I couldn’t sleep; the whole damn house may as well have been an abandoned corn maze at midnight, and don’t even get me started on all the bumps in the night.
Shambling through my own home like a lost zombie, I rummaged through the kitchen until I found the cherries I had been after. But it didn’t stop there, no. In fact, it was many trips back and forth between my bedroom and the kitchen. I don’t know why I was craving so much fruit; more cherries, oranges, strawberries, and melon. I think I ate somewhere around three apples in the course of thirty minutes. Thinking about it now, I wouldn’t doubt it for a second if someone chalked it up to sleep-eating if it wasn’t all so maddeningly vivid.
But I haven’t even gotten to the weirdest part yet.
Endless fruit cravings aside, I was seeing things. Faces and blurs of blue, orange, pink, and red flashed before my eyes and were gone just as quick, peeking around corners and, on occasion, chasing me down a hallway that felt way too long. There were at least four occasions I tried giving up and taking something that was supposed to help me sleep, but that never worked, either. Instead, whatever the things following me around were, they began to float away from me. Shit, they looked more scared than I was — unless, of course, I somehow wound up on the opposite end of the house walking through this weird doorway.
Anyway, I know this may be the weirdest briefing letter for house sitting you’ve ever seen, and it may sound strange, but things got way easier when I started keeping the panic room in the middle of the house locked. Also, if you’d like to save yourself from any unwanted heart attacks, refrain from walking through any halls or doorways that look out of place. Please help yourself to any of the fruit in the house; there’s lots of it. I’ll be back in one week.
Good luck,
Mr. Puckman
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I can't name the reference, but it felt eerily familiar reading it. Maybe if I peeked around the right corner in the endless hallway...