I DIDN’T KILL ANY MORE DEMONS THIS WEEKEND. IT WAS PARTLY that I didn’t feel up to it and partly that I wanted to see how the demon Robohoe’s murder would be reported. So far there was nothing in the newspapers or on TV. If they’d found his body, it would be a big story. It would have to be with the way I cut off his head, and with his refrigerator and freezer filled with dog meat. They’d then dig into his background and realize that he just showed up one day without any parents or relatives or a birth certificate or anything else. And when they performed an autopsy, they’d learn the truth about him: that there was nothing human about Robohoe.
I guess I should’ve expected that his body wouldn’t have been found yet. He wouldn’t have any family or friends visiting, so why would his body have been found? At some point next week, his employer will send the police over there, but until then I have to be patient and resist the temptation to call the murder in anonymously.
I wonder if the demons know. They might. I checked the message board a half hour ago and found another bogus message from Virgil, this one posted early this morning. It was another attempt to smoke me out by sending me another address for a demon for me to verify. And guess what address they gave me? My demon neighbor from a few doors down, Hanley. So either they’re onto me and are just being cute, or it was a bizarre coincidence. But if they sent it because they suspect me, then they’re expecting some sort of reaction from me, which they’re not going to get.
I know I’ve wasted two days that I could’ve been out killing demons, especially since I could be reinstated back in school Monday, which would mean an end to all this free time. I also expect it will be much harder to kill them once they find out about their brother demon, Robohoe. They’ll know for sure then that L’Occulto Illuminato exists, and that whoever it was that Vincent Gilman had been in contact with is now hunting them down. But I couldn’t attempt killing another demon feeling the way I do. I’ll feel better soon. I just need another day or so, although I can’t help feeling time is running out. There haven’t been any more stories in the papers or on TV about little kids being kidnapped, at least not since the one that was taken from Rhode Island over three weeks ago. They must have their thirty-nine stolen children by now, and I could only have ten days left—that’s when we have our next full moon. I need to start killing demons. I know that. And I need to find out where they’ve hidden those children.
So it’s been a weekend of sitting and waiting and trying to keep myself on an even keel. My dad’s mostly been okay this weekend—he’s looking forward to winning a battle tomorrow with the school, and has refused to consider that those drugs could’ve been mine or that I had anything to do with stealing the Spider-Man comic book. My mom, though, hasn’t been showing the same trusting spirit. I catch the way she looks at me when she doesn’t think I’m watching, and I know she suspects the worst of me. Maybe not that I went out Friday to cut the head off a demon, but I’m sure she’s convinced that I’m guilty of everything else I’ve been accused of. I guess she’s just more perceptive than my dad. But I’m sure she’s not giving me the benefit of any doubt as far as my motives go. I’m going to make sure this journal and my books are well hidden. I wouldn’t put it past her to search my room looking for evidence against me.
At least that police detective hasn’t shown up yet with a warrant. I’m sure he needs more solid evidence than Mr. Neuberger’s accusations, so it’s very possible he won’t be showing up. I hope not.