Documentation Exultation Assimilation- Day 9

Just recently arrived home from a friends house, I must say the time spent away had been more than refreshing but curiousity has got the better of me. I need to finish.

After some hours/days of fabrication i have succesully achieved the impossible. I have set grounds for an accurate fully braced frame for the fiberglassing.

Upon full completion of the frame I have noticed a few things out of place in my apartment.  For some reason I cant seem to find my much loved guitar, and although I remember leaving it on the sofa in my study, it seems to have misplaced itself. 
Also I think I should take note of the earthquake that just recently hit has left quite a large crack in the side of my livingroom wall, I had to use a tapestry to cover most of the crevice which has made me quite aware of a few disturbing things.  There seems to be some sort of breeze emiting from the crevice on the wall paired with an almost inaudible whisper, I cant fully make out what the wall is saying but the breeze is visible (due to the tapestry slowly flapping back and forth) and usually occurs as soon as the tv is switched on. I have my superstitions (especially from the last demonic aparition) but I must stand firm in what I believe and finish my work.

Here are a few pictures of what I have occomplished so far.





Ive written down what i can make out of from the voices comming from my wall. As I have no neighbors you can see why this could be a bit alarming. The voices havnt stopped for some time now they keep replaying over and over the same message:



"It's been touched....(inaudible radio static) .....We talk a lot like you......I wont listen, nobody will ever forgive me.  You fat disgusting piece of shit, you make me sick.......its all the same once we're dead.  A corpse cant laugh.....(inaudible radio static)."











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