Delirium~Part 7

     My name is Howard. Howard McKelvy. I work for the local newspaper company, Enterprise Newspapers. I'm basically your average story collecter. Find out about any events in the area, car accidents, and sometimes even abituarues.
     I came over to Scranton about a week ago. My boss said that something big was going on, but couldn't say what. It's pretty clear what's going on here now. Scranton is a giant portal into hell. It's kind of hard not to notice, being in this paradox realm or whatever this place may be.
     But, maybe this isn't a bad thing. If I find some way to get out of here, I'll have the story of the century. I have seen this monster like things roaming around. A bunch of slaughtered pigs walking with iron tusks. It doesn't sound too scary, but then you take a look at it yourself. And trust me, you don't know just how fast you can run until you have a hoard of iron-tusked pigs after you.
     But, I still have a camera, journal, and pen so I'm in buisness. I would try to take a couple of photos, but the camera's pretty loud. And this is a place where attention is not wanted in the least. Maybe I'll take a couple from the same distance.
     Anyways, I best get back to collecting info and trying to take pictures. Wish me luck!

                                       -Signed, Howard

(The date is two weeks ago)