Scream of Squirrelthulu

Day 23. The squirrels continue to leave small nuts and twigs at the door. Today I noticed a pattern to their leavings. The piles and mounds form glyphs, when viewed from directly above. Something about them causes my eyes to unfocus, to refuse to center in on any one shape. It's almost as though the symbols are alive, moving on the concrete of my porch. Yet, I know this cannot be the case.

I thought about gathering the nuts, so as to eat them and gain some sustenance, but what happened the last time I did this still haunts me. I can still hear the annoyed, hollow chittering of the rodents as they threw themselves against my door time and time again when I close my eyes. Last night, I think they tried to get in through the door. I found scratches on the handle this morning. Small, squirrel sized scratches. Tomorrow, I will try to finish chopping down the tree. They won't take me like they did the others.