Klamath Rises

Journal Entry 2

Chet Lemon

So, yeah. I was so right about the spooky shit but I had no idea! This will be a longer one. I don’t think… I can’t. I don’t know what is what anymore and the more I learn the less I know. Something is happening here and I do not know how I feel about it. Let me start where I left off.

So, Saturday I spent in a daze out in the field, trying to make sense of things, smoking and writing my last journal entry. With all the crazy shit of last friday put to ease in my mind I began to have a think. That wasn’t doing me any good though so the next day I went to Willow house to talk with Selby. That’s like a threefer, hot chicks, weed, and answers all rolled into one.

Selby was pretty cool about the whole thing, told me straight up the willow girls were actually the willow witches and then told me some story tale about the magic apples and the trojans. Anyway, the point is that these apples make us manifest our latent abilities or whatever. Like, everyone has abilities or something. She didn’t know shit about carnivorous rocks though. Ohh! She also told me about some guy named Jack woke up without an ass, man. Like it was bite off. You know, like Kevin’s ass should be. Turns out kennedy is like socialist jesus or something and stole Jack’s ass and gave it to Kevin. Dick. Anyway, I hung out and chatted and flirted for the rest of the afternoon before heading to disc golf.

Monday I had a plan, so I crashed fairy tale class. Turns out Nick is in Fairy Tale class, which figures cause Sick Girl is in it. I didn’t pay much attention mostly just made covert encouraging gestures at Nick towards Flower Girl and doodled. After the class though I had a chat with Ms, uhh…fairy tale teacher. She didn’t know a whole lot about what’s going on for someone who claims to know all the fairy tales but she did tell me that I might be able to get some answers from an indian. She didn’t really specify which indian so I figured any should do. Anyway, then I had my own class to get to so I headed off to Edible Botany. I got in an argument with Jim about magic apples that eventually brought the teacher in. They both thought the magic apples were crazy, as usual. We would see what Jim really thought at practice.

So the next day I brought my last magic apple to Jim and bet him he wouldn’t eat it. He bitched about it going brown around the carving and being painted and blah, blah, blah. I called him a wuss and he bit into it. And vanished. His brother Jack came running over and we had a brief panic before I got Jack to call Jim. Turns out Jim teleported to the roof all the way across the field and the road. Teleported! Thats some cool shit, or I thought so then anyway. I’m not so sure now. Anyway, Jim was pretty shook by the whole teleportation thing and went to his dorm so we called practice early. I told Jack he should find out what his power was, he gave me that look. You know the one.

With frisbee done early I had a bit of light left in the day so I went on over to the goat master, or whatever you call him. I got to the pen and had to wander about a bit before I found someone in one of the pen. Maybe not the goat master but he seemed friendly enough with them. I asked him if he had all his goats. To which the man eyed me suspiciously and confirmed he did. I asked if he was sure. He was. I asked about the wolves and if the ever got any of them. There are no wolves in California. Thanks man, lotta help he was.

Wednesday I had a mission. Speak to an Indian, like a shaman or whatever. Also, acquire pie. I did the obvious first and longboarded down to the dinner. Pie meters back on full I went to the Indian place. It was like a trailer, had two people in. They mostly stared at me and told me they couldn’t think of any shaman types. Ain’t nothing they can do. Never heard of carnivorous rocks. We’re sorry your friend got his ass bit off. Anyway, I retreated and came up with a new plan. I went to the bigger nicer Indian place. Here I was stared at by many more Indians, like many more. The receptionist here did not seem any more forthcoming but she did sell me a museum ticket. Then everyone stared at me as I went into the museum.

I wandered about for a bit. Lots of bears, the Klamath symbols. No names on anything, some pretty neat stuff but nothing spooky. I made sure to walk past the entry hall everyone and then to do a bit of staring myself. I had decided to skip the middleman. I was looking for a shaman, I figured they would have like feathers or a medicine bag or something, shouldn’t be hard to spot. There wasn’t any of that. There was someone though. There was an old man, across the way up on a balcony with some bookshelves. He was watching me. Well, everyone was watching me but he was like REALLY watching me. There was a sign that said employees only so I wandered the museum a while longer to come up with a clever plan to sneak past it.

Ten minutes later I just walked over and began to climb up. I couldn’t come up with a clever plan okay. So the Indians of the corn stare and start to warn me off but the old fella gives them the old ‘shut the hell up’ gesture and I climb up. No feathers or nothing, just a worn old man in a button up and jeans face and hands creased with age. We wandered over to a chair and say without saying a word. I sat across from him and then just asked him if he knew what I was. He did, man did he know. Turns out I’m a gurowl, a werebear and Kevin’s some sort of monkey. So was the old man, a bear not a monkey that is. He and his people had been protecting the world from Klamath for generations. Klamath the loch Ness monster, not the school. Apparently the loch Ness monster was attracting gifted kids to Klamath to awaken their powers for whatever reason. Kind of like professor xavier but with more giant spooky sea monster. He also told me there is a pack of crazy man-wolves living on the mountain. So Klamath in one end, crazy wolves on another and the school right in the middle. Not to mention the mummy and the ass-chomping rocks that no one seems to know about.

The old man told me not much in the long run, not even his name. Just spelled out all the terrible things about to descend on my new home and told me to come back on the new moon so he can turn me into a bear and actually explain some stuff. Yes, I could bring Kevin if I wanted to. So I left. I went out to my field and had a little panic. I wanted to move them out of the shadow of the man-beasts but to where? I needed to think on it, but I left a note for the other Gardner and headed back towards the school. On the way I saw a Chinese man walking around the woods, I gave chase, for no particular reason but he vanished. Then I saw him again a bit later and again. Again and again. Don’t know what’s going on there, don’t want to. I went to bed. Or I tried anyway, my mind had far too much on it to make sleep easy but luckily enough we all passed out at midnight as per usual…

I woke up the next morning to a new day but my mind was still heavy with the weight of new information I didn’t really want to know. No going back now though so I went through my usual detox routine at this point. I smoked and wandered off to Willow house to chat and flirt with Selby. Selby was as always enthused to hear all the things the Shaman told me, though she argued that Loch Ness Klamath might be a force for good, giving out powers to the common folk like it was. But really she didn’t know any more about the beast than I did so we were just blowing smoke in the wind. We chatted for awhile until I got my mind settled back into place, then she had like a coven meeting or something so I split. Jim didn’t show up to Edible Botany that day. When I went looking for him I only managed to find Jack. Jack had discovered his power, he bent a spoon with his mind like that bald kid in the matrix and promptly resisted all my urging to hang out and try bending some other shit with his mind. To each their own I suppose. The rest of the day went by fairly normal.

Friday, man what can be said about friday. We started our house meeting with everyone acting all high and mighty and looking at me like I was some sort of drugged out conspiracy theory nut. Which I suppose I was, but they had seen things also and had no right. Well I got to tell them all I told you so before the night was through. Kennedy and Ra went off to talk about responsible shit or something and the rest of us discovered we had a basement, so naturally we escaped while we could and went to check it out. The basement is cool and I have plans for it but the really cool part is the like sewer system it hooks up to. It’s all dark and creepy and covered in eldritch writing, but when a man-wolf-bear thing tells you to leave with its eyes all glowy you do. So back topside Nick, Ben and I were arguing about the monster and the constructs or whatever he warned us about when Ben just flat vanished. Now I had experience here so I calmed down Nick enough for him to call Big Ben and find out where he went. Sure enough, just like Jim, he was off on a nearby roof. Traveler, and one who lived in my house. There would be no escaping for him. I settled in to bug the shit out of him until he teleported me somewhere with him, because how cool would that be, right?

So I mostly just followed Ben around jumping on his back and taunting him about england. We went to Willow to talk about writing or something and then started back to hemlock. About halfway back my taunting seemed to take effect because I fell from riding piggy-back and landed on my ass on the sidewalk. Rude! I saw that big bastard over on the Alder roof though so I took off after him. Then things got weird, well weirder… Nick caught me half-way and told me Brian was a robot-construct-thing and we stopped in front of Alder to discuss how we were going to handle that. We were pretty settled on jumping him and were going to go get Ben to help when Kennedy headed us off at the path. He was bitching about something or other and called a house meeting… sigh

So yeah, Brian was a fleshy-robot-thing sent to spy on us by the RA of Peckerwood. Like I said before those dudes are into some weird shit. But as they are questioning him about his purpose or whatever I realized the man had the same look on his face that Doc got when trying to rationalize my crazy. So, I blurted it out, I guess I was tired of beating around the bush. Whatever, Kennedy went a bit crazy and then eventually, for some reason I can’t begin to fathom though granted I wasn’t paying a lot of attention, RA decided he finally wanted to share what was in his book. You know in front of the two robo-spies sent by the biggest dicks on campus. That’s a winning move, I didn’t bother to stop him, kennedy might have tried to shout me down also and I am not sure that would have gone well for either of us after the week I’d had. Turns out his notebooks were just more of the same crazy non-sense that seemed to bleed from this campus. We argued and discussed until midnight, when we woke up in bed, as usual. I was fairly used to this by now so I just sat there and had a smoke but then Jim showed up… Jim, who had no eyes. Jim, who smacked around Kennedy and hunted down Big Ben. Jim, whom I pressured into discovering his powers… I think I may have killed Jim. I, I don’t know. I can’t. It doesn’t make any sense… but he was definitely not Jim any longer. I don’t know what happened but it was my fault. Fuck the mummy, fuck Klamath and fuck all this other spooky shit. Jim is in some deep shit, and I don’t know how to help him.



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