@Red cv,
Dear Diary,
It was just sitting there, looking at me. I tried to ignore it, but then it called out my name. It began with a whimper, and went to an all-out scream, fast. The noise was deafening. A cold chill ran down my back. I shook violently, tearing the vinyl top off my desk. Finally, I broke under the pressure, grabbed a box of ammo, and took that damned
12-gauge shotgun to the range. Every shot kicked like a mule. I can't say I enjoyed it much, but I got'r done. Sitting here now, I feel as though someone punched my face about a hundred times.