Tuesday, October 4, 1977

Last night the little creatures that have been lurking about the house returned to try to kill me. After the first incident I decided to get prepared. I borrowed my friend Jim's .22 caliber automatic pistol and put it under my pillow. At three o'clock I still hadn't gone to sleep because of the hard lump under my pillow, and it was a good thing. Two of the little fiends appeared in my doorway holding what appeared to be long sticks with a couple lengths of rope running from end to end. As soon as I saw them I started firing wildly and tore up the wall and doorway but finally hit one in the leg and they both ran off squeaking. In the morning I checked the carpet where they were to check for blood, and I found a trail of light tan stains leading out of the back door.