Sorry. I couldn’t handle it. Perhaps the constant nightmares left me a bit on edge, but I felt another week of searching for the Evil Dead and their infernal signs choking me like a noose, so I left town.
This act surprised and upset my wife.
Edgar Allen Poe chose to spend a lot of time in Baltimore, and since he too was a man overcome by fits of melancholy and despair, I also walked those seedy streets in search of some solace, but none was to be found there.
Not even a raven.
I did return home more determined, however, to end this Evil Dead thing once and for all.
And so I set out today, retracing the path I had won through various (mis)adventures of the previous weeks searching for the signs.
Note that I’m writing this post on my iPhone as I go—pulling over to the shoulder and placing the car in park before even touching the virtual keyboard, of course.
Even in my distressed state of mind, I still know right from wrong, and am able to make good decisions.
I pass the sign for the Old Knowby Cabin and head down this twisty gravel road.
As in the previous weeks, there is nothing living in sight–no people, no animals. Only the smell, the stench of rot, to remind me that the living once inhabited this place.
I’ll have to wash my clothes again when I get back home–maybe even burn them. But that’s something to worry about later.
For some reason, I thought of my wife just now, and I feel sorry for the madness I’ve been putting her through these past weeks. It will all be over soon—I’m determined to find the Old Knowby Cabin, and I know I’m close.
And after a bit–a lot!–of driving, I think I have arrived at the destination, wherever that may be.
I’m looking at this tattered sign strung up between two poles by the edge of a barren field (see pic above).
The Evil Dead. They must be here.
Why did they put up all those signs along the highways and roads, directing people to this place? Am I the only one to have made it this far searching for them?
It’s getting dark now. I have to see what’s here. I still have plenty of gas in the car, though I see I am almost out of battery on my iPhone. So I’m going to post this entry to my blog, then go looking.
Across the field and through the trees, there’s some sort of shed or structure–maybe that’s the Old Knowby Cabin.
Here’s a picture:
And I think I found where are all the people from those empty houses I drove past on the way here. You have to look closely, but I can see people on the ground, scattered throughout the woods, as if they just dropped down and fell asleep. Strange, to be sure, as it’s chilly out and they don’t even have warm clothes on.
Wait, surely they aren’t…No, they have to be just sleeping.
In any case, I’ve found where the Evil Dead signs have been leading me. And for the first time in over a month, I feel like a veil has been lifted from my eyes. I set out following those signs wherever they led me, and I now I’ve reached the end of the trail. It’s an achievement, of sorts, and now I feel there is nothing I can’t do.
I feel my life is going to change very soon, and for that, I am grateful to these Evil Dead.
I’m going to walk over and ask those people sleeping in the woods, my new friends, about this place.
And I’m sure we’ll dance tonight under the moon around a great bonfire.
A dance to raise the dead.
I’ll be seeing you soon.