Saturday, June 12, 2010

On the Defense

I feel like I'm trapping myself into a box.

My house is locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I've got the windows all locked and the doors secured. Basement door has more locks on it than a bank. Looking around at it all now, it feels like my house is a Saw movie, and I'm the poor sap Jigsaw's tormenting.

My front door has, I kid you not, my handgun placed against the spot where a person's head might be, hooked up to an apparatus I worked on all night. If someone tries to enter without me knowing, they get one to the noggin. Against Him, I don't know how much work it's going to do, but it's a defense and I'll be damned if I'm just going to let Him waltz in without a fight.

My back door is defended somewhat similarly. The main difference is that it's a shotgun. Don't ask me where I got it, because technically, I'm not allowed to say. But it's wired the same way, only placed back some more so that it's propped up on a box. If someone comes in, they get a chest full of buckshot. That's the plan, anyway.

For the windows, there's really not much I can do except pray He doesn't know how to open them. He probably does. Wouldn't surprise me.

I considered buying a camera to tape myself as I sleep, just in case I get a late night visitor. Ultimately, I decided against it. There are just some things I would rather not know the answer to.

Don't think I just stay inside 24-7, though. I do get out. I go shopping for food. I go to the coffee shop and get my coffee. I take walks. I get out of the house as much as I can during the day. The defenses are for when I have to come home at night.

I stay in public as much as I can during the day. He can't get me in broad daylight. But at night, it's just me and Him, whenever He decides to come.

Moving is out of the question. I have nowhere to go. My parents have been overseas on a cruise for months now, and I don't expect them home soon. I have no other relatives nearby, and friends...who are you kidding, do I sound like a guy who has a lot of friends? I haven't talked to my high school friends in months. And it's not like I have any friends on the job...not anymore, at least.

No, this is where I stay. This is where I try and hold out as long as I can while I try and figure out how to solve this shit situation I've gotten myself into. Find a way to save myself.

For the first time since I was thirteen, I don't feel safe in my own house.

And the fact that He can do that scares me worse than anything else He can possibly do to me.


  1. In regards to windows, a rather mundane solution is to use superglue (er, I'm not sure if that's what it's called over there. Basically, it's really strong glue that sets quickly) to seal them up. Do it to all of them except one or two, which can provide handy escape routes should it come to that; that assumes they're on hinges or some such, and can open. But it's up to you whether you want to incorporate that. You should at least set up some form of alarm system (e.g. running a length of wire or something around the window, so when/if it's opened, the wire breaks and the alarm is sounded. But that might not work if he decides to break the glass... hum) about them, since they seem a bit of a blind spot in the system.

    I certainly hope your rather well-prepared defences are sufficient to stem anyone who attempts to get in (the apparatus used with your firearms certainly seems interesting. Do you have any form of history in regards to engineering? Sorry if that seems... impertinent, I just have a fascination for these kinds of things), because they certainly seem like they could stop almost anything, or at least give it time to pause.

  2. So trolling motels and scouring the internet for apartments a few towns over to rent isn't going to cut it, huh? I just... what is so special about taking a stand here? Your life is more important than keeping your own roof over your head.

    Besides, if he decides to smoke you out, it doesn't sound like you have much of a bolt hole to flee from. I'm worried for you.

  3. Yeah, because moving from hotel to hotel worked so well for Jay, didn't it? And Alex, for that matter.

    He's going to get me no matter where I go. So I'd rather it be on familiar terms.

    As for the traps, I watched a lot of movies in college, and my roommate had a special love for the Saw films. Obviously, I could never be as elaborate, but I'm pretty pleased with my craftsmanship.

    I tried the super glue, also. Works like a frikin' charm. I feel a little better about it now, so...thanks, I guess.

  4. Have you considered that these traps could backfire? These apparatuses (apparati?) are set to go off whenever anyone enters the house, correct? What if someone from work or, god forbid, the Chief decides to show up and pay you a visit, to check up on you and see how you're doing?

  5. @Sandman: They could, y'know, knock. And if they are trying to force their way in, that's trespass.

    On the trap guns, one could set up a camera, so if someone does knock on the door, you can see who they are before you let them in. But, ah-ha, you seem like the kind of person who doesn't get a lot of friends swinging by your house at random times, so it doesn't really matte. Mmmhm, mmhm.

  6. Your house sounds like a deathtrap. You're too worried about people breaking in while you're there. What if someone breaks in while you're out, and turns all of your defenses against you?

  7. Also, I hope that you have a few defenses you've kept to yourself. It doesn't seem right to blatantly tell the world exactly how your house is defended.

  8. ...I assume that he isn't an idiot. Presumably, there's a few windows that haven't been sealed. The windows can be smashed (and boarded up later if he needs to) and keeps the traps armed while he's out and disabled them when he comes in, before activating them while he settles in for the night.

    All problems have solutions.

  9. I know it's only been a day, but how you holding up Zeke? With his "eyes" set on you for sure now, I just want to make sure you stay safe and sane. Or as sane as one could in such a situation.

  10. Still breathing. So I guess I could be worse...

  11. hm this seems to be long gone but Slender man (even though he was made up by some kid for a contest on a forum) Is known to have inhuman speed but only when nothing is looking at him. He seems to be bound to the rules of our world when something can see him such as a camera and what not... it's best to not turn your back to him.

  12. Some say the "operator" symbol (the crossed out circle) fools Slenderman into thinking he is being watched, making him unable to vanish at will. Since those who post the symbol all over their walls tend to come to a bad end anyway, perhaps that's a poor choice.

    I really hate being 8 months late on this. I hope you don't start plastering your walls with pictures, as some of HIS victims do...

  13. I wish you would seek more help from the precinct, but I guess guards didn't help Sam very much.

    Still, you're handling things better than most people in your situation would!