The Nightwood Apartment Complex

Note 001

It's been awhile.

I'm surprised we're both still here, a lot has happened. We've both changed, I'm sure.

Where to start?

What do I even remember?

My body was stolen by a parasite, this place almost collapsed on itself, and we all almost died. I think that sums it up nicely. No point cryin' over spilled milk, ain't no rest for the wicked, and all that.

I've been told by Woods my contract's been extended, so I can't retire just yet. Fine by me, actually. Didn't think it would be but somehow i dont think i can go back to reality after what happened.

Not yet, at least.

Thing's have changed around here. Some folks have moved in, others moved out. Wood's hired a special security group to patrol the spaces between the apartments, so something like what happened can't happen again. There are five of 'em, call themselves the Guardians. Bit cliche but whatever works for them, I suppose.

I . . . I almost couldn't believe my eyes when I met them for the first time. One of them, the youngest and the most human. It was him. I couldn't believe it. I still can't. The first and last time I saw him he was just a babe.

It was my nephew.

My one and only grandchild is here.

In this hell.

Guarding this hell.

He didn't recognize me, probably thought I was a senile ol' lady just staring dumbly at 'em. He looks just like her. My daughter, I mean. Lucky for both of them she took after her father rather then me. Downside is he and I look nothing alike. Even if I told him, he probably wouldn't believe me.

Do I even tell him?

Hi, its me, your good for nothing grandma who abandoned your mother when she was . . . well. No use cryin' over spilled milk, and all that..

Harold's still here, he's actually decided to start helpin' out around the place. Wood's even appointed him as the jr. handyman. Still cracks me up. He doesn't think its very funny, nips me every time I tell 'em he's the best hand-yman around.

Probably deserve it though.

Ah damn, Yolmith in room 637 is calling.

They're one of the new folk actually, a giant, and I do mean giant, white cat. Very eloquent I must add, we've had a few philosophical conversations when i've been 'round, clearing all the drains of hairballs. Almost gave Tabb's a heart attack when they first met.

Probably clogged the drains again. I wont wait so long to write again. We have a lot to talk about.

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