Friday, July 20, 2012

We're Sorry, Puppet.



Hello. My name is Stan.

For those of you who may or may not know, I head a small group that goes by the name of "WeMustCollect". Our sole intention, our purpose, is to find and recruit others whom have had similar experiences as we have. Our intentions are, for the most part, pure.

The unfortunate reality to which our group has dedicated its goals mainly lies upon one negative principal: If one who has shared our experiences does not comply with our demands, we will be forced to take action. The choices we give are straightforward; If refused, the latter is as good as dead either way, for they would have given up their only chance of survival.

You see, Puppet was our first choice for a while. He seemed trapped, unable to cope with the reality that the inhabitants of his town were disappearing and that he was chosen to lead a larger purpose. Even I, someone who has experienced much more than my "video updates" and "records" can dictate, found Puppet's situation unfair, unbearable... He deserved a place where he could feel safer, rather than spend every moment of his life in uncertainty up until death.

We attempted to reach out in many forms. I contacted him first (as already mentioned in Puppet's earlier entries) with an attempt at reasoning with him. Unfortunately, I became too impatient due to the incepid attitude of Kyle, the other survivor who I had, and will, attempt to recruit in the future. I lost my patience enough to hand the project over to my partner Connor who, while a very capable partner, is not necessarily concerned in his persuasion methods sounding "sane" or "reasonable". His response video intended to scare Puppet into accepting, moreover due to the fact that Puppet had an idea of what Connor was capable of.

We had no idea it would come to this.

Against all odds, Puppet declined our offer. I didn't even realize this until yesterday, when I awoke mid-day to find that Connor, one of his passports, my fedora hat, and his knife were gone. Connor had decided to fulfill his promise (threat, rather) to Puppet and kill him. I was hoping Puppet would agree, so I really had no other choice but to allow Connor to proceed. It is undeniably essential that those who refuse protection be wiped out. So, as much as it pained me to do it, Puppet had to go.

The fucker didn't wait until Connor arrived.

Attached is the video that we found saved to his computer. It was recorded seconds before Connor entered Puppet's room. We have lost a potential partner. Goodbye, Puppet. You need not be forever cursed as we are to live in the same world as these creatures any longer.

We watch. We listen. We are.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

now we play the waiting game.

which maniac will be the first to get at my throat?

tick tock, tick tock...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

My answer

I politely decline your offer... hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

So come and get me. THE CLOCK IS TICKING.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Dice

Accept them, kill with them, never be alone again.
Accept them, kill them, be alone.
Accept them, kill them, die.
Deny them, die.
Deny them, kill them, die.

Oh, the options can lean either way depending on who decides to pay me a visit. If I accept their offer, I could kill them. That may not go over well, resulting in my death. I could deny their offer and, depending on who knocks on my door, kill them. Hahahahahaha, no.

I really don't have any options I favor. It all leads to two options.

Accept their offer and live with them.
Deny their offer and die at their hands.

There are positive outcomes to either of these options. Maybe not entirely positive in your eyes, but they're pure positive in my eyes. If I accept their offer, I will never be alone again. There's even someone there, someone who could possibly understand me. Connor's not entirely with it, and neither am I. Like two peas in a god-forsaken, blood soaked pod.

If I deny them, I will die.



Decisions, decisions... hahahaha

Monday, July 16, 2012

Terrorized

So, I saw the video, Stan/Connor. Very... persuasive, I suppose? When I say that, I was referencing the knife at the end, of course. But anyways, enough of my sarcastic sputtering. I'm...what the hell.

You got a picture of Blackhead AND you got a picture of Norman. How the HELL DID YOU GET A PICTURE OF THEM? Proxy convention or something!?

Anyways, I don't know what to do. Looks like it's submission or death, to put it crudely. Thanks for giving me a week to think about it, though I don't think I'll need an entire week. I have plenty of time on my own hands... hell, one day feels like a week. But nonetheless, I'll take it into consideration and think about it.

For those of you who haven't seen it (or for some reason don't know where to look), here's WeMustCollect's video addressing me...


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Lone Words

Today was the day of the Livestream... I figured some things out.

Kyle (another runner from overseas) and I received an email from an unknown sender. When I say unknown, I mean it was untraceable. The message was all in binary, which didn't take long to decode. What did it translate to?

"WE WATCH. WE LISTEN. WE ARE."

After some Google searches, I discovered a Youtube channel by the name of "WeMustCollect". This particular channel was also linked to that of "StanFrederickBTS". It also turns out that he is the silhouetted figure in my dreams. He decided to show up on our Tinychat today to talk to us about recruiting us to help him.

He wanted me, in particular, to travel WITH him. But, out of the blue, Kyle began to mock Stan and wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. Connor, another person working with the WeMustCollect channel, will be making a video for each of us, I believe. Stan also posted this on his Twitter...

... I was also hoping to address Puppet alone. But I didn't expect a young man by the name of Kyle, another survivor, to be in the room as well. Among the most disgusting, vulgar, and ill-mannered creatures on this Earth... Kyle is definitely NOT one that I am looking to recruit.

Unfortunately, Kyle is a survivor as Puppet and I are. So, regardless of his disgusting manners, I will attempt to recruit him in the future. If he agrees, splendid. If not, Connor is going to be taking a trip overseas with his favorite knife.


It's unfortunate... People believe that, being young, there are things that our collection of survivors is incapable of. But see, we've experienced too much to be brought down by the likes of little pricks who believe they are above the world. You see, in my eyes, everyone gets what's coming to them, based on their actions.


Kyle, Puppet, if you see this, know that your actions in the next two weeks will decide whether you live or die.


Expect us soon.

Yeah... that's obviously not good. So, I've decided to attempt to contact YOU, Stan, through this. Because of Kyle's idiocy.


I understand the offer you're trying to make. I understand what you want me to do, and I'll think about it. Killing kids isn't exactly in my favor... I've been the cause of too many deaths. I have so much other shit to deal with on top of this. Just... I'll think about it...

I know Stan will see this as well, but it most likely won't make a difference. I'm terrified of the entire WeMustCollect deal. This isn't a joke...



I don't know what else to say, so I'll drop off here. Thanks.

Just a few more...

So, today's it. The livestream. God knows what's going to happen, but chances are it'll be great! Wonderful! So much fun!

...

I guess sarcasm doesn't come across well over the internet, does it? My chances are low, and I'm sure I'll be tormented more. Whether it be "Helper" hacking my shit again, or Blackhead (recently I found out Helper likes to call him "Ascension." Real classy name...) might even barge in and blow a chunk of my torso off. Maybe Norman will show up and... scream... about becoming a god... because that's all he seems to really do... Or maybe Adri will rise from the dead and try to eat my body!

Either way, my emotions are the rope in a tug-of-war. I'm excited to be able to speak to people who give a damn about what's happened to me, and yet I'm terrified of the results.

And with that, I pretty much have nothing more to say. So, I'll see you all at the livestream tonight. Just for the sake of typing more, to keep myself occupied, I'll add the information once more.

Link: http://tinychat.com/1daj9
Time: 9pm Eastern Standard Time

Thanks.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Pale Ashes

Happy Friday the Thirteenth, I guess. For you, it's happy. For me, it's pretty quiet, lonely, filled with anticipation. But now that everything's a bit more coherent, I can explain my dream better.

I had a dream a few nights ago... as I just said. The dream was of four people leading a rather large group of children towards the Tall one. In the middle, there was a black silhouette of a man with a brimmed hat (probably a fedora?). On either side of him were three others. They were glowing so brightly, but I could make out minor details. One was stained with blood, one with... from what I could see... relatively long hair, and the other seemed to boil and twist the air surrounding him.

And the whole while... the Tall one was staring at me. Beckoning me to follow; not the children, but the four leading them. When I tried to move, I found that, as opposed to any other dreams I've had in the past, I was free. I turned and found myself standing in a horizontal line of others. All wearing black and white suits with bows. None of whom I recognized.

After that, I woke up. Absolutely nothing was out of place this time.

That's... all I have to say. I just needed to get something out while my sanity lasts. Whoever is even with me, anymore... thanks. Thanks for even attempting to follow my rambling, help me through whatever the hell has happened in my wake.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Overwhelmed

I've been completely overwhelmed and... taken over by this Tall thing. I've realized how completely alone I am. I'm weak, worthless... whatever. I need company. I need to talk to someone. I don't know what's going to happen to me, or anyone dealing with this thing right now.

All I know is that I'm actually, finally slipping. I really am slipping. And I need to not be alone.

I know, I hold so many livestreams it's not even funny. I feel like I've overdone them, and that they've all led to something worse. One horrible event, started by the first livestream... followed by another occurrence at the next, etc.

But, I obviously don't give a damn, anymore. You hollow-shell pieces of shit. Come and torment me if you want. What do you have to torture? A hollow man  a tormentinghollow man. You have nothing to lose but a key; a monster. I have nothing to lose but my life. My scarred, beaten, burnt, torn life.





I will be holding a Tinychat on Saturday, July 14 at 9pm Eastern Time.


The link: http://tinychat.com/1daj9

I hope to see as many of my fans, followers, lurkers, contributors... even you asshole proxies. "Helper," "Ascension," Norman... Show up if you'd like. I clearly don't care.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

oh myh god

//////////62w341!@$#///it wont shut up it keeps screaming at me beckonign me  l;rhddal;jgk asking me why does it want me to do this why does it want me to do thisme why m why e wHY ME it keeps showing me thinsgasdfhas;dfhukdfjadfbhajfd

it keeps showing me a man leading a line of children to him to HIM WHY TO HIM WHY TO HIM i couldnt tell if there wer eother people with him an d he was a silhouette

 i need to sleep i need to stay alive but why does it want ME?

Monday, July 9, 2012

Worthless

It's all I am. I can't make a difference. I can hardly even survive any longer, with what I've done lingering inside of my skull.

I'm the reason for so many deaths.
I'm a moron. I am a weak, pathetic moron.
I'm unforgivable.
I'm a monster.

Nothing I will do will ever amount to anything other than maybe getting someone else killed. How about a headcount.

My town died in my town because I'm a key. I'm a TOOL.
Maddy died to shame ME.
Sera killed herself to keep from getting dragged under with ME.
Brad died by MY HAND.
Naomi... I lost her because I was too GODDAMN SLOW. TOO. WEAK.
N more than likely ended up dead because I was a coward, afraid to die.

Well... I'm not afraid anymore. Why? I have nothing to fear, nothing to lose. I was never given a break, and that broke me. I don't give a damn, anymore. Come and get me. Come. And. Get. ME.

And now I guess I'm not a KEY anymore, seeing as how those other things just... left... The only thing that stayed to drive me even deeper into the grave I dug is the Tall one. He just stands there... down my driveway... staring with his flat palette of a face. Screaming at me with the throat he should have, but doesn't. HE IS THE CAUSE OF THIS. AND HE'S CALLING ME.

Calling me for... what, exactly? I don't know. And I don't care. I'll continue to ignore the faceless bastard until it shuts up.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

THIS IS BULLSHIT

Okay, so I talked to N. After some convincing he said he'd go find the package. I gave him some directions and he brought his camera.

I don't hear from him for almost a WEEK. So, what do I do? I go looking MYSELF. I went this morning, around 4am. It took me an hour to get there, but I got there. Again, this place was huge and full of nothing. I don't find a single thing.

I DON'T FIND A SINGLE GODDAMN THING. 

Is there supposed to be some hidden message? Is this some ignorant, subliminal puzzle that I'm not just NOTICING? What is this?

I've been doing literally EVERYTHING I CAN and see FIT not to get myself killed. And what ends up happening? Everyone ELSE gets killed. And there's nothing left for me to do.


So... tell me. What do I do? Because I'm sure whatever suggestions will happen to pop up will be impossible for me to execute or will have some sort of counteraction.

Monday, July 2, 2012

i dont want to go on

But I have to. After all that happened tonight, I heartily wish not to. But I think I may have a compromise.

N, if you're reading this, I need you to help me. First, I decided against you even going near that place. But, I have a feeling that Helper will want to jump me or may have a trap set up. I know you're probably smarter than I am, and I know for a fact you're faster and stronger than I am right now.

As much as I wish not to ask this of you, I need you to go to the location with your camera and try to get whatever it is that Helper has there...

Give me a call, and I'll give you directions. If you make it through, then thank you so much. If not... then I don't know what I'll do. I'll have inadvertently killed someone again. I can't handle that. So please, make it through.

Need a distraction

Livestream tonight, mainly because I just need to talk to people and I need a distraction. I'm extremely uneasy and N isn't gonna call me back any time soon.

Link: http://tinychat.com/1daj9
Time: 10:00pm EST

Please, please come... :\

The sweetest hint of sanity

Disbelief. That's all I feel right now. The binary codes translated into Tinypic url's that led to these two images:
Text at the right side says "follow"
Text at the top-left hidden in the trees says "look hard" and the text on the right in the trees says "look closely"



How the hell did you get those pictures? They were on MY camera. You don't HAVE MY CAMERA. And what do you want me to do? Follow? Follow what? The path you laid out for me to kill myself?

I shouldn't, but I will. You psychotic piece of shit. Then again, I more than likely am falling to your level. If this is a puzzle, I'll play your goddamned game. Is it "Follow The Leader?" Is it Leap-Frog? How about Simon!?

...

Okay. So, now that that's out... I don't know where Naomi is. Her phone is turned off, but it SHOULDN'T be. And I might have a contact left. Another Runners. He doesn't have much experience whatsoever. He goes by "N" and apparently, he got GRABBED by the Tall one, and ended up in the middle of my town.

So yeah, that's his deal. He CALLED me a few nights ago. Told me that he found my number laying on his laptop.


WHATEVER YOU DO, N... do NOT go to this location. Understood? Great... I'm going to stop by there tomorrow, to see what exactly I can find.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

plane of emptiness

it has changed a lot
but i am sure you will still recognize it
you just need to think
who are you?

i will show you.
i will show you all soon.



Saturday, June 30, 2012

in dreams awake

I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to deal with these things anymore. Nobody can save me. Nobody but myself.

The tall thing keeps getting closer and closer. The pain in my head has spread to other parts of my body. I blinked and saw everything red, on fire, screams. I blinked again and it was nothing.

why

Friday, June 29, 2012

Falling.

It's back to this. It's back to how it began. I'm alone.
I'm alone again.

And the tall thing is taking particular interest in me lately.

My head hurts, my stomach feels as if it's stirred dust. Is this what it's like to go insane?

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Of Shadows & Scopes

Okay. This is a lot to handle right now for me. But... since a majority of you weren't at the livestream, I'll sum up today.

I woke up; although, I don't remember falling asleep... to Adri being thrown through my doorway into the wall. Blackhead walked up with a rifle, put it under his chin, and fired. So, Adri isn't a problem, anymore. I can't imagine how much they must have fought before that moment.

But then, Norman ran in, screaming about his revenance. I can't remember the details of what he said, but he said something about becoming revenant NOW. Blackhead turned around and stabbed him in the abdomen. He somehow made it out.

Blackhead gave me a tape recorder, whose contents were played over the stream. I guess it sounds like the rake... He didn't say a word, however, he did remove his mask quite a few times. Throughout, he would get up and look outside. We did spot Norman sneaking around the house, with that tall, skinny thing following him. I could have shot him, but Blackhead dragged me away from the window.

Some things happened, he ended up picking me up and throwing me a few feet. He didn't have an issue getting the rifle from me, either. (I didn't realize how pathetic I am when it comes to supernatural creatures that look like humans until now.) I tried to get some answers out of him, but he got away. I took my camera into the woods and got this video...



The reason I ran away was because that video distortion wasn't just on the camera. I swear, the whole world turned to that, and it was very difficult to see. I also felt a presence within all the trees. As if there were millions of creatures watching me. The loud buzzing noise is also unexplained, so he might have been following me for that entire duration, which scares me...

If it weren't for that, I'd have beaten him into some answers. Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Thanks, guys.

For lack of a better title, Tinychat

Adri, Blackhead, and Norman decided to break into my house. Blackhead is still here and I'm having a tinychat in HALF AN HOUR. So, it's at 7:00 EST.

http://tinychat.com/1daj9

I'll update with all these events later. I just need to hold a tinychat right now.

impedence

he is getting in the way
THEY ARE ALL GETTING IN THE WAY
nobody is getting in the way
THE FALSE SAVIOR IS GETTING IN THE WAY

nobody can have revenance but me
I WILL BE A GOD
i will be a god

THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOUR BODY
you will all see, you all will
I WILL BE A G̸̫̗̗̮̗̮̺O̶͍̱͎̭̞̊̋̃ͣͣD̙

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Of Darkness and Pity

I said I would do this yesterday. I never did, because I didn't wanna stray away from Naomi. But, she's sitting right on top of me, so I can just type this up now.

A couple nights ago, on the livestream, our little buddy "Adri" decided to sign in and play us some music: "O Death." That song somehow made it onto my hard-drive, but I have erased it completely. I didn't quite enjoy it, anyways.

But no, that's not where it ends. He is the one who supposedly decimated my town. That little shit did it all by himself. And yet again, that's not all. He broke into my house and beat the living shit out of me. Now, I don't think I'm entirely weak. But he picked me up 3 feet off the ground and threw me into a wall, placed his boot in my ribs, and then smashed my face into the doorframe. I'm not weak, he's just strong. And fast.

But after all that was said and done with, everything turned gray for a split second. I snapped back into focus inches away from my computer. I stand up, and what do I see on the webcam? My scar is gone. No, not just GONE, there's some strange tattoo-type symbols where it used to be. The tattoo came right off, however. There's no sign I ever had a scar; or a piercing, for that matter. The texture of the tattoo-fluid shit was a bit like ink, but flowed more like oil. It didn't have an odor.

Also, my voice is back. Yay.

I gave myself a bit of time to recover. I got a phone call from Naomi herself, telling me that she was hiding out a little ways down my street. Our friend, Adri, had been keeping her there, forcing her to watch the livestream. He didn't harm her, but she did manage to scrape up her knee.

Other than that, nothing else has been going on. I got my ass kicked by a psychopathic serial killer, my scars are gone, and I got Naomi back. Also, Mr. Moross. Or however the hell you spelled it. I'll be ready next time, bro. Really, I will. Also, stop typing in goddamn numbers, it's not a sight for sore eyes.

Thanks everyone for sticking with me.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Reciprocate

Tinychat tonight at 10pm EST.
http://tinychat.com/1daj9

I know the risks this runs, but I'm starting to get lonely... and pretty terrified now. It's obvious that practically NOWHERE is safe, but I DO know observatory limitations of the masked bastards.

The "helper" is limited to anything that feeds video and text, and I guess he's in my head. But he can't control me.
Norman is limited to physical observations, however I haven't been seeing much of him lately.
BlackBagHead is limited to physical observations, as well. And according to a few anonymous contributors, he MAY have gotten onto the Tinychat himself at one point.

And this Adri fellow. God knows where he is, what he's capable of, etc. But he's scary as shit.

If you're reading this, Adri, go to hell.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Black

So, you almost broke me. You get into my head, you watch me hold my dead friend in my arms, you watch me kill my bestfriend... and now Naomi is missing. Just like nearly my entire city. You and your asshole friends are chasing after me trying to "help" me; and by help, I mean you WANT ME just so you can destroy some tree in an alternate realm. There's Norman, who's trying to kill me.

Then, we have a handful of MONSTERS out to get me, too. Water is out to kill me, a freakishly tall salesman with no face is trying to get me, some THING that can be whoever it wants is... god knows what it wants from me, some smiling bastard has yet to show his face, and YET ANOTHER abomination may be on the lurk.

All because of some stupid, goddamn Life Science project.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Two and One

Haha, awwwh, how cute. You really thought I was dead? I love the little fit you threw at the end, there. I'd have figured that you would see me on that little camera you can hack. But I guess you lost your eyes when you stopped broadcasting for me.

So, I have to kill my bestfriend, who gets infected by this EAT shit. Then I come back to see you talking to my friends. Yeah. Nice. Oh, and by the way, that was a sleeping pill that has little-to-no effect on me. I guess you aren't as bright as you play yourself out to be, eh?

So, guys, remember when I said to trust me? This is what I wanted you to trust me on. I'm VERY much alive. And I KNOW he's malevolent. He may say he wants to help, but quite frankly, I don't buy it. I can feel it whenever he's in my head. He just wants control so he can do whatever he wants to with this "Bleeding Tree."

Again, thanks guys. For being there with me when I was "dying." And for putting up with this thing's bullshit. I'm sorry about that.
This is incredibly last minute, and I apologize.

But if everyone could hop onto the Tinychat in 20 minutes or so? I've gotta talk to you.

http://tinychat.com/1daj9

Rather emergent. Thanks.

What is the loneliest number?

So, Brad and I are bored out of our minds, and quite frankly terrified. So, how about some questions? I just found an old-ass Formspring and altered it for my own use. If anyone wants to ask me and/or Brad any questions, go for it. It's not like we have anything better to do, other than wait for some abomination to walk through the door...

http://www.formspring.me/AnOnlyPuppet

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Two corpses, in one grave

I'll have to make this short. I don't have too much time.

For those of you who were NOT at the Tinychat, I essentially got possessed by something, which then spoke about some "Bleeding tree" and how I'm the key to it. Yeah, I'm not the key to shit. Buzz off, possessive-man.

But, while I was in that secluded spot in my mind as that thing took over, I could only see this... impossibly massive THING... covered with tentacles and... nononononoonon not its face i dont want to remember anymore that horrible thing

I'm sorry... but this thing was massive. Unfathomably massive. Colossal... But I know that bodyjacking piece of asshole is still somewhere in my system. I'm sure he's still monitoring my computer, too.

Brandon's coming over with a few guns. We're staking out. If you're reading this, you're invited, asshole! I promise, lead tastes just like chicken. If you don't like chicken, then it tastes like pizza. But trust me, it tastes really good! c:

Just thought an update was necessary. Thanks, guys.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Tinychat

I've decided to run a Tinychat to discuss all of this with you. It's not exactly MY Tinychat. A good friend of mine is letting me borrow it for this segment of time.

Anyways, the Tinychat will be TONIGHT, starting at around 10:00pm Eastern Time and run to whenever-the-hell. I'm actually looking forward to seeing everyone who decides to show up.

The link: http://tinychat.com/1daj9

Thanks, guys

Friday, June 1, 2012

No... no... NO

This can't be happening! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! look at what youve done you piece of SHIT
we did nothing
I SWEAR TO YOU, when I FIND you, I will DESTROY everything you love! I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU PIECE BY PIECE. LETS SEE IF YOU LIKE IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT

YOU. SICKEN. ME. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER CEASE SCREAMING. IT WILL HURT SO. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN FATHOM THAT WILL BE SATISFYING. theres no way to make it right...
there is
I cant think of anything that would hurt more than that. I just... can't think.

I hope I get to watch you ROT. AWAY.
you will

Truth

My name is Sera. The friend that Puppet mentioned long ago. The one that broke down.

 I noticed he hasn't been posting lately, so I decided to throw my voice out. Everything has been quiet since Puppet had that run-in with this "Empty City" he remarked about today. Right now he's asleep, though. Not sure how he managed to sleep, but he did it.

As for his injuries, I'm sure he'll be fine. His lip will heal, but there's going to be a nasty little scar there. And his voice... won't recover. His vocal chords and his throat are literally COVERED with uneven scar-tissue. It's unbelievable how he doesn't suffer any pain when he speaks. That's a true miracle.

But... I don't feel comfortable here. I did my job, I fixed up Puppet, and I was there for him before. Things are going to escalate and it won't stop until it's forcefully and abruptly cut off. As much as it hurts me to say this, and I don't mean any offense whatsoever to him... I can't get dragged into this mess. I don't want to go under the tire with him.

I was in that city. And... it changes. It manipulates to the things you want to see the least. Even worse than THAT. It's safe to say that I am mentally and emotionally torn apart. I haven't spoken a word since the events of that video. This is the first time since then. I'm afraid it will be my last, too.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to do what has to be done in order to prevent myself from ending up in a similar spot as Puppet, maybe even worse. But this is it. I won't get dragged under. I won't.

I don't want this to hurt you, Puppet. I know you'll read this, and I'm so so sorry... I don't want to end this. I really don't. It's the only thing left to do.

You just woke up now. You came into the room and asked what I was doing, but I changed the page over to Tumblr. You had no idea I was writing this, but now you're back asleep.

I've always wanted last words. That fancy, little thought of having last words that shake the world, or simply stay with the ones you love forever. Puppet... you always told me about last words. You said you wanted the world to marvel at what you say. The LAST thing you say.

You were always genius to me. Clever. Creative. Funny. Sarcastic. Protective. But... I guess it's come to that time.



My last words?
Love; death won't change it. Neither will "eldritch abominations."
Please, don't stop until you abruptly cut it off. Keep fighting.
I love you, man.



















                  <3

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Antithesis

We're calling him Norman now? ... Okay...

So, you're all wondering why this little bitch hacked (but not really) my blog and made a bunch of weird posts and talked to you about me and revenance and all that nice, happy shit. Am I right?

I don't know, either. But I can tell you what exactly happened to me that allowed this little shithead onto my computer.

I was looking out the window at Mr. Blackhead. Yeah, sure, I can call him that, I guess. He was holding something up for me to see. It looked rectangular, like... a tape recorder of some sorts. So, I grab my knife and run out to chase him.

BOOM, HE'S GONE.

I decided to look for him in the forest. Took a few hours, but I managed to get to the Convictions site. I found what he was holding; laying on the ground on top of a notecard. I was right, of course. It was a tape-recorder. I turned it on and set it down to check out the notecard.

The notecard simply said, "HELLO." A dot was in the center of the O (probably to represent an eye. Cliche). I grabbed the tape-recorder and stood up to leave. Then I noticed him.

Mr. Blackhead was just standing there. Honestly, I don't know why I did this, what thoughts were running through my head. But, I started to walk towards him. I must have came to my senses, because I hesitated at one point. He reached out his hand to me. So... I continued towards him.

The audio on the tape-recorder was, I should add, the same music box in "Belated Convictions." This version, however, had... inhuman growls and screams overlapping the music box.
























I blacked out after that. When I woke up, I was in a dark area. I really can't say "dark," because there was the faintest of light. I could make subtle shapes out, but nothing definite. When I tried to move, I noticed something around my wrists. And my ankles. I was chained to something. Judging from how I swayed when I moved, I must have been a few feet off of the ground.

It felt timeless... but, eventually, a few people in masks (just like Norman's) came to check on me. They whispered in a tongue I've never heard before. I tried to talk, ask them who they were, where I was. Nothing came from my throat.

They looked up at me and... shit, I can't remember.

It felt like a few days. I was there... chained up, unable to talk. But then, I saw it.











Mr. Blackhead. He stood in front of me, like some sort of "savior." If that's what you want to call him, of course. He raised his hand, in a similar fashion as he had done earlier. This time, bright, blue light shone where his hand would have been. I looked down to see that the chains had evaporated.

EVAPORATED.

I fell down, weak. He nonchalantly walked over, picked me up, and carried me a good distance away from that place. I can tell you, for a fact... the picture that was posted shortly before MY last post was the thing I was chained to. Blood stains on it.

When Mr. Blackhead put me down, I felt more able to walk. So, I wandered around for a long time. I thought he was behind me, but when I turned around, all I saw was pure darkness. After a couple more hours of wandering, I found a bright, blue door. Upon opening it, blinding bright light shone from the sky, illuminating the world I was in. Just for a moment...

I saw thousands of black, writhing creatures all around me. The ground was a dark, dark blue. All flatland.

Immediately, I ran into the door and... I can't remember any more of that place. But I awoke on the ground. It felt like there was mucus blocking my throat completely. I coughed and choked out what looked like blood. Right now, I question whether it was blood or not, but at the time... blood. Blood was all over my torn-up shirt, running down my mouth, all over the ground. I tried to scream for help...

My voice simply came out as a crackle, a small croak. The more I tried to scream, the more it broke through, the more it hurt. Eventually, I could hear my scream. It was... it was "torn," so to speak. I can talk now, but... it's not the same voice I had before. It's broken, cracked. It wasn't until after I figured out what was wrong with my voice that I noticed searing pain in my lip.

My piercing was literally ripped straight off of my lip. I have tear in my lip now... wonderful.













There. You now know what happened. I am going to tear Norman apart. Mr. Blackhead? Eh, I feel like he tried to help me. So, I'll wait a little for him.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

I'm back...

And this mask-wearing, "revenant" piece of shit is going to pay for what he did to me. He's GOING TO PAY A VERY, VERY PRICY TOLL.

Oh, when I'm done with him, he'll wish he was able to die. I'm going to slowly break his fingers, one by one... and when they're gone, I'll do his toes. And when those are done, I'll ever-so slowly cut them off with a rusty spoon...

Then, after that, I'll rip his teeth out. Then his tongue. After that, I'll return to the limbs, severing them as delicately as possible at the joints. By delicate, I mean violent. Once that's through, I'll dig his eyes out, cut his chest open, remove every organ he has in that lovely little pit of his.

I'll plaster him to my wall. I'll PLASTER THAT PIECE OF SHIT TO MY WALL. I WILL ENJOY HIS CRIES.

Then we'll see who's "revenant," you bitch.

I'll explain where I was once I'm able to face the reality, the fact that it did happen. I'm still shaken, angry, and... sad.



Ť̙̲̟H̭̰͎͙ͭ̋̈́̅͗̀̔̋ ̫ͯ̿ͨͬḘ͙̟̳̫̰͌͗͒̿ͦ̂̂̅͒ ̯̖͍̝̔C͉̃͐̊̆ͬ̒Ì̩̮̟͓̬̉̍͋ ͕̤̩̱͍̎͒̄̅ͬ̏̽T̮͖͙̖̀ͧ̍̿̋̌Y̟̭̘̺̜͇̦ͩ͐̇͂́ͮ̚ ̤̰͙͍̉̀̒̀͊I͙̦̮̝ͧ̚ ̗̗̳̯̣ͤ̉̄ͣS͖̲̘͙̥͖͋ͬ̋̈́̏ͅ ̼̖̦̱̥͉͌͂̌ͣC̳̟̞̊̈́ͤͩ͆̽A͕ͮ̈́͛̍͒̆ͯ̽ ͍͔̮̳̼̝̦̐ͬ̒̾͆́ͭ͊L͇̰͖̫̮͙ͧ̃ͬ̽̔͒L͈̙͒̔̅ͯ ̫̙̤͍͖̬͔͔̘ͯͪ͑̌̔ͧͬ̈͊I̺̻͈̱̜̳̟͈ͫ̅̉ͅ ͙͙̗̲̻̺̄͆͊ͪ̀̚N̹̫ͣ̌G̝̖̭̬̖͇̉̅̇͑ͥ̐̐ͤ
͕̩̪͍͛ͭͩ̇ͦ̓̊̄A͍̗̤͇͙̘̥͖͊̋̔ͣͨ́̾ ̠̦̼̩̮͗́̆͗ͪͮͣN̖͉͍̟͈̰̾͊D͖̩̻͓̪̰̀̂̔̽̑́̀ ̼͇͎̯̩̜͋ͮ͛̂̃̒̂ͤS͔̻̣̥̣̥̲͕̾̆ͨ͆̔ ̻͇̞̲ͤ̃̍O͎͕̩̳̩͙̻̪͂ͨ̏ ̭͍͚͖͚̥͍͚̟ͯ̄̋́̀ͧ̆I͈͚̹̹̫͑̃͊͋͒ͨS̖̦̣̪͎̓̽̾ ͓̮̫̎̊̀͑H̯̝̪͍̬̖̄͌ ̭͚̯̻͚ͥ̾̍̒̐Ė͔̦̺̪̲ͫ̓͊

but he has crawled out of it.
i have failed.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

goodnight

he is out chasing after nothing.
if only he could see his purpose.
if only you who help him could.

but you are all blind.

we all have a purpose.
that purpose is only revealed,
when the right events unfold.

will you turn the page?

but now, i cannot be forgiven.
neither can he.
and he will awaken cold.

goodnight, P̐͛̒͘͞͏̵̣̻͚̫̬̣̯͇̲͡Ǔ̶̶̠͚̪̪̤͖̭̰͖̘̘̄̆ͨ͢͢P͆̏̄̀ͯ̓ͩͦ͏̺̻̠̤̜̹͍̕P̿̏̍ͯͨ̿ͤ̔ͣ̾̆̍͗̈́͌̚̕͝͏̷̢͙̫͔͕̜̹̥E̵̮͙͓̟͋ͤ̒͊̋̉ͣ͑͠T̩͚̝͖̰͔̰̭̖̫̹̯͕͙̊ͫͣ̏͌͑͋̀̽ͣͭ̀͘͡͡ͅ

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Apologetics

Woke up with a pounding headache. I don't remember anything from yesterday.

But that "foolish" message... I'll take a wild guess and say that it was the masked man. The white-masked one, to be specific. God, I really should just make up some names or something to distinguish them. Too much work.

Anyways, I do apologize for that. I'd tell you guys what's been going on, but I can't remember yesterday, and the day before was severely uneventful. There's honestly not much I can say for right now.

Funny, how just as I type this, I notice him outside. The black-masked man. Just standing there. Watching me. I feel the need to stay here, however. I'll keep an eye on him and a knife in hand. Brandon's already on his way over, so I highly doubt anything would happen. If something were to, though, I'll update you guys.

I'll update regardless.

Catch you later, guys.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

foolish

he is a fool to think what he does
he thinks that a mere weapon can subdue me
he thinks that "death" can consume me
i am not sorry to say that he is wrong
i am sorry for what will happen to him
if he tests his theory.

there is only one thing that stands in my way
and it is nobody.

nobody stands in my way.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

What is normal?

Nothing's been happening since that guy outside my window.

I've been hanging around a couple people, since... well... I need to be around more people. Maybe then, nothing will tend to happen.

Of course, I know for a fact that just because they've gone silent for a little over 24 hours doesn't mean I can give the generic "Everything's back to normal!" I know... and I know very well, that they will get loud again.

The problem is, how loud and when?

I'm honestly prepared for practically anything at the moment. So, I'm gonna sit here, drink some Cherry Coke, talk to a few friends, and just wait.

Wait.

I just wanted to let you guys know that nothing weird has really happened yet. Stick with me, here.

Thanks, guys. Catch you later.

Monday, May 14, 2012

A mocking jay doesn't speak the tongue of the dead

The man with the black head-covering (same one from "Children of the night...") showed up outside my window again last night. He just tapped on my window. When I looked out, he was just standing there, making sure I saw him.

Then he ran off.

I didn't feel threatened, not one bit. I believe he just wanted me to see him. He had no weapons. He was holding something, but I couldn't make it out.

I'm a little worried... having all these masked guys with their eyes on me. Like a fish, trapped in an aquarium.

Oh well. I'll be getting that camera today. Hopefully I won't NEED to use it, but... you never know.

Thanks for reading, guys.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Thoughts...

I was debating on whether I should go out and buy a video camera. Or even use the function built into my photo-camera (for lack of a better term.) Just in case anything else were to happen, to me. There would be SOLID proof.

It'd probably be very useful since... well, I haven't a single idea what could possibly happen. Impossible variables have been brought into the equation, it seems. I'll leave that up for debate. Or, I could just ask you guys.

Video-taping: Good idea or bad idea?

Thanks, guys.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Book Transcript

[Page 1]

There are many things in this world. Quite a few of them are hostile; predators. A small fraction are helpless; prey. But... there's one thing that we all have in common. We are all food. We will all become helpless in the end.

My name is [scribbled over]rt. These predators, the ones nearing the top of the food chain have been following me for years now. If there's a date... if time even exists anymore, I wouldn't know. I couldn't tell you whether it is the year 2018 or 2399. I couldn't tell you whether it's February or November. I couldn't tell you whether it's 6:40am or 45:23pm. [This time doesn't make much sense to me...]

I'd like to pretend that someone or something sentient will find this notebook and read it. Read about my pain. So, that I will do. I was born unto a rather violent world. I have lost everyone I know, everyone I love. Hoping that I could kill the demons from which I run.

We all have demons. Some of them have maniacal, menacing grins. Some of them may not even have a face to smile with. Some of them are nothingness. Some of them are the mere embodiment of destruction. Some of them are nameless. But they are demons, nevertheless.

I can hear them outside, wailing. I can see the smiling one outside of my window. I can feel the faceless one all around me. They got into the water, there is a very select area where we can drink from.

[partially illegible, but I could make out "theyre coming in I need to go"]





[Several pages are torn out here. I don't have any clue what might have been on them.]





[Page 2]

The smiling one. I'm absolutely sure that I am not the only one who has dealt with him. It.

It has a smile wider than its own face. Like an image from an ancient cartoon. If you are human, and this is somehow sent back in time (when time existed, that is), picture it like a creature from "Courage the Cowardly Dog."

It has long, unkempt reddish-black hair that comes down over it's "eyes." It's eyes are so... so horrible, so impossible, so incorrect, SO WRONG. As an old Runner said before me, it's like when you look at the sun. Your head tells you not to look at it, because it's very bright. It's instinct. Don't look at the sun, that's wrong.

I got that feeling when I saw its eyes. But, the instinct was different. I didn't want to look at its eyes, because they were so... WRONG. It's an indescribable feeling that you can only FEEL, only REMEMBER. Not tell.





[Several pages are skipped]
[Page 3]

The faceless one. Everyone who reads this in the current "time" will know what it is. It has tormented our species (and quite possibly even others) since before the beginning of time itself.

We know what it is; freakishly tall humanoid, no facial features, old business suit.

We know what it does; stalk us, drive us mad, use us. Or if we're lucky... kill us.

Nothing else needs said.





[Page 4]

Hollows. Proxies. Shells.

All of these creatures use us as their own little "tools." They also have their own ways of doing so.

The Angel will enslave your soul after you die. It can then use your image. It can BECOME you.
The Ichor will get inside of you. If you drink any "infected" water, it can take over your essence.
The Smiling Man... if you look into its eyes long enough, you "see." Then you do what it wants.
The Tall Man will stalk you, make you beg it to leave. Then, it makes you an offer...

I've dealt with all the types of "Shells" above. They are ALL dangerous, but in their own little, special ways.





[Page 5]

They all got into my house. They are all here.





[Page 6]

THERE ARE OTHER [some type of symbols are covering the whole page]

TAKE MY ADVICE

WHEN YOU SEE HIS SMILE
                                           RUN





[Many pages are torn out afterwards]
[Page 8]

[This page made me sick to the point where I vomited until it felt like my throat bled. So I have to take very quick glances at the page to keep from getting sick. I'll try my best to describe the image.]

[There's what I believe to be "The Smiling Man." His eyes are CLEARLY visible, and unbelievably detailed. His smile is large, full of teeth even sharper than anything man has ever discovered. Sharper than diamond. Sharper than ANYTHING.]






[Page 9]

I'm glad you found this notebook. I really am.

Now run.























That's all there is to offer.

Well... I honestly don't know exactly what was so very important in this book. But, there is some useful knowledge there.

I'm terrified, honestly... if anyone has any ideas what anything means, please let me know.

Thanks guys.

Friday, May 11, 2012

A sight for blind eyes

Nobody can see the contents of the notebook but me. It shows up on camera as a huge blur, and to other people it just looks blank.

How the HELL is this possible?

Oh well... I'm going to transcribe the contents of the notebook tomorrow, because tonight I'm just way too busy trying to calm my friend and recover from the masked bastard. Thanks for taking the time to read this short-ass update. I'll see you all later!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Touching bases with death

I went back for the book. That was DEFINITELY the same spot I saw that group of people standing, but there was nobody there at first.

At first.

After I got the book, I decided to take the path that I assume the masked man took after taking the camera in that video. I had a little run-in with him...

I turned around to leave, and I saw him standing there. He had this huge grin, and he was laughing maniacally. This might be hard to believe, (then again, this WHOLE situation seems hard to believe) but the air-- no, the fabric of time itself seemed to swirl and boil around his persona. He didn't SHOW any intent on harming me, but he definitely seems out of his mind.

I ran through the trees and out of the forest unscathed. I have the book, but I haven't taken a peek inside yet.

The place in "Belated Convictions"
The notebook. (Seems to have the same symbol as the one in "LISTENING")
The path this creep took after taking the camera...
A black feather that seemed to have just been lying around...
Farther down the trail... (begin weird pics. Enlarge to see what I mean.)
...
That masked creep...
What I don't understand is, he was a good distance away. These pictures seem like they're right in his face.






I'm about to read this book. Hell, I'll probably end up taking pictures of the contents for you to see. I don't know what could be so very important about what's in this book, but I guess I shouldn't judge it by it's cover... right?

Anyways, thanks for sticking with me, guys. Later.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

In that single moment, you run, you don't turn around...

One of my friends just called me. They saw someone in a mask, in the forest. They had video, but their camera's lost. That's all I could gather from the screaming and crying.

I've got no clue what to do. I don't have ANY idea what the hell is actually going on, anymore. But I've got no doubt that these things are the cause of it.

Chances are, I'll be updating very frequently in the next few days or so. I'm going to try to get some more info out of my friend.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Tragedy in emptiness

There's honestly no motivation in anything, anymore. I'm falling into some sort of depression, or something. There's no point in doing anything if you don't get anything-- even any form of enjoyment-- out of it. In which case, why bother?

On another note, I had another dream a few nights ago. It really wasn't a lot, but it was disturbing.

I was in total darkness, no idea where exactly. I kept rocking back and forth, feeling no emotion. There was a window next to me, which was sort of out of place, but whatever.

I'd pull the blinds aside to look out, seeing nothing but white. This repeated another... 100 times or so. Then I woke up with a start. Still in my bed. I don't know what it meant. I could hear such a faint whispering, though...

I don't even know if that was relatively interesting to anyone, but what the hell. I felt you deserved an update. Nothing's been going on whatsoever. Which is kinda terrifying. It's always right before something big that nothing happens.

Anyways... I'll try to update more frequently. If you read this, thanks, guys. If not, then you have no idea what I'm saying, so it wouldn't make a difference.

Monday, April 23, 2012

why did i think this a good idea?

i did it, i did it. i know you said not to, but i did. i tried to go through the forest, i felt i needed to escape immediately, and the only available route to me at the time was through the woods.

i found the bodies, they werent even bodies, just piles of skin only skin

then i saw them, dozens of them. they chased me through the woods. i dont know what the hell they wanted or how i got back, but im safe

i think

 i only saw one clearly, it or he or whatever the hell, one of them had a dark sweatshirt and a gas mask. it was the first one to see me and it was the fastest

the rest i don't remember. i think i saw a girl

why was this a good idea?

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Children of the night... What music they make...

I woke up last night to the sound of my front door being torn off of its hinges. A man with a black head-covering tried to take me.

I guess my paranoia is a good thing, keeping a knife under my pillow at all times.

And I suppose I could sit here and type all about how I "fought off the invader in an epic dual" or some shit... but I'll spare you the novel.

He got stabbed in the arm and incapacitated. He muttered something under his breath in German, along the lines of "Unser König wird rache, der engel wird folgen." I'm not too hot on German, but I recognized "King" and "angel." The rest is unknown to me. Anyone wanna help with translation?


I dragged him out to the forest. Even though it was a horrid idea... it was the only place to put him. Nothing happened there, but I high-tailed it out after I left him.


I'm REALLY considering just getting out of this place. The whole city is surrounded in forest, almost like an elongated O. But it IS really surrounded. The best way out of here would be by helicopter or by chance.


And quite frankly... my chances seem to be low right now.














So, I guess that's all I have to say. Productive night, really productive. I'm not sure where I'll be tomorrow, but it most definitely won't be at the school. If you actually read everything I typed, then thank you for that. If not, then... honestly, I don't know. Go microwave some pizza or something...


I'm gonna go make the big, boarded-up hole in the front of my house look a little prettier now. I'll catch you all later (hopefully)!

Monday, April 16, 2012

Dark birthday

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, dear Puppet,
Get me the HELL out of this city?

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Silence, Nothing, Blood

I had the first "dream" last night... The first one in a long, long time. Of course, I'm not entirely sure whether I should be calling it a "dream," or even a "nightmare."

I was in nothingness.
Silence.

I couldn't see, couldn't move. I was just floating in limbo.

NOTHING.

After what seemed like an eternity and a half, I felt like I was falling, faster, faster yet... until I hit something.

Normally, I presume I would have woken up at that point. Like every conscious mind, once you stop falling, you wake up.

Right? I guess that only applies with solid objects.

I could see and move as soon as I hit the surface. I was quickly submerged in water. I tried to fight it, tried to get my head above the surface. But to no avail. I kept sinking quicker and quicker. These black-blue tendrils wrapped around my limbs. Then around my torso, my neck, and eventually even grabbed a hold of my head.

It was getting hard to hold my breath... but, in correlation with what I said previously... Like every conscious mind, once you breathe under water, you wake up... RIGHT!?

I couldn't do it anymore. I took a shallow breath and felt the water enter my throat, down into my lungs. In panic, I breathed even deeper and felt my lungs fill with the cold death... then I saw its face.




























Not... not IT'S face... IT doesn't have one...




It was another's...










































I woke up in my bath tub, covered in blood. I had no cuts, nothing. There was just blood with no source. I'm extremely delirious right now. My whole place is locked up and I don't plan on leaving.

What the HELL is going on?

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

And the darkness envelopes the road...

Breaking the chain of "Entry" title shit. Something's going on.

I know stuff.
I know what's going on.
I know you won't believe a word I say.

I woke up, and Maddie was gone. The masked man, as far as I am aware, took her. And it wasn't just her. The bastard literally took one member of every household on my street and three neighboring streets. That's a total of 46 people. FORTY-SIX. That's a LOT of goddamn people where I live.

Maddie showed me a few Youtube videos a year ago. I don't remember any of the names, I don't remember anything about them regarding their information. But there was a man that looked exactly like the man in my dreams. I've been seeing him in my dreams every night ever since then. I tried to force insomnia upon myself so I wouldn't have to see his... face. But after a while, I started hallucinating. Seeing him when I SHOULD be asleep. Then, it got to the point where I was seeing him everywhere. Every day. Needless to say, I started to become paranoid. I tried to fall asleep, but the hallucinations wouldn't ever stop. He would stand outside my window. I stared him down until the sun rose. I bought blinds, but that just made him come INTO my room.

I'm missing bits and pieces of three months. I remember feeling degraded, contemplating going to him, begging him, doing WHATEVER IT TOOK for him to stop this torment. But something must have made him decide to leave me alone. And so I lived happily ever after.




Until now, I suppose.

That man in my dreams must be using this masked man to do what he couldn't do himself. Hell, there might be more than just him. I mean, how the hell does a single man in a mask carry around FORTY-SIX people? If this man degrades people to the point of no return and submission, then... I'm sure there's plenty of puppets he has. (No pun intended whatsoever.)

...

Speaking of which, I saw a video of a somewhat-old contact of mine. We don't have a lot of history... Lost her son, and I guess this man has been visiting her, too. Degraded her. I can tell... it's done things to her mind. She gave in, and now she's another one of his servants. She showed weakness, she gave up. You can't show it weakness, or it takes over your mind. You can't give up, or it gets into your head.

Lynn, if you're reading this... and I'll make DAMNED sure you do... I don't understand. You wanted to find your Ty, and then... you turn to IT? The one who possibly TOOK him? I can understand if you did it for answers, to find Ty, but... look at what it's done to you...

I have nothing left to say. I told you all most of what I know, and I'm going to some meeting thing about the mass disappearance. So yeah.

Later.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Entry 10

Well, hey guys!

I've been doing alright so far, how're you? Oh wait...

Well, anyways, my friend Maddy is over and we're having a BALL. Not really...but nothing has been happening lately. Like, at all. But it's Easter, so I thought I'd update for you all. :3

I have nothing left to say, so... yeah.

Yes, it's me.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Entry 9

Hey guys, sorry for the lack-of posts again... for three days...

I was unable to get to a computer. I went to the Anime Con and stuff. Nothing too interesting has been going on...

I was thinking about the masked guy that broke into Naomi and Brandon's place might have been that serial killer that killed Mrs. Sioux and all 14 of his other victims, and I can't stop wondering what would've happened if I hadn't heard him come in. We were damned lucky.

Now that I think of it... I wrote down my phone number for Naomi and put it on the table right where the masked man must have came in. And now it's gone... well, hopefully I don't get harassed or tracked or anything like that. Shit.

Hopefully, I'll be alive by tomorrow. Catch you all later! c:

Friday, March 30, 2012

Entry 8

Sorry for the lack of posting, I spent longer than expected at my friend's.

We woke up to the sound of glass breaking, and I immediately grabbed a camera, Naomi grabbing a knife. The guy got away before any shit could go down. I didn't have enough time to snap a photo, but the guy had a black robe of some sorts and a mask. It had some blue or something on it, but again, I barely got a glimpse.

I stayed with her a little longer to make sure this asshole didn't try anything again. He hasn't come back for a while, and he probably won't ever again.

So yeah, I just wanted to give you guys a quick update on my absence, and I need sleep for the Anime Con tomorrow! I may/may not have pictures up of it, but nevertheless... I need sleep.

Catch you all on the flipside!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Entry Ihatethisnumber

I apologize for the screen. It's kinda... there. Yeah.
I really hate this number, so hopefully, this goes well. Woke up this morning and looked outside. Nearly had a heart-attack because it looked like Silent Hill. Anyways, pics are at the side there.

Really didn't do much today besides sit at home alone, play Minecraft. I didn't feel like going to the park since I couldn't see 3 feet in front of me. Didn't go to the mall, hang out with friends. I did nothing today. I was so broken off from society, it isn't funny.

No, the whole Mrs. Sioux being found stripped like leather doesn't bother me. I don't know why. The fact that I'm still using something she forced me to create is a little dark though, isn't it? This should bother me, upset me... maybe a little? But it doesn't.

And that, kids, is why you take your medicine. Honestly, though, I might go to my friend's house tomorrow. He's been complaining of people possibly B&Eing his place, so I'll sleep over there to make sure his shit doesn't get rearranged again. Hell, I might even set up a camera and such. Probably not, though.

Anyways, I'm gonna catch some Z's. But before I do that, I probably should tell you about a dream I had the other night. It was almost like watching a video.

In this said dream, I was in some abandoned-looking place. Probably an ancient mansion of some sort. Something must've happened before it, though, because I felt terrified for no apparent reason. There was no door closing, no slam, nothing. But something must've startled me, because I started to run, panic-stricken. Down the stairs, to the front door. I tried my hardest to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. I looked behind me and pushed myself against the door. I heard kids laughing.

Then, a man started to descend the staircase. The laughing turned into frightened screams. As the man got closer, the scared screaming turned to painful screaming. By the time he was standing over me, the screaming had stopped. The man cocked his head. I heard nothing. He reached down quickly, and I woke up startled. I instantly felt the urge to puke, so I ran into the bathroom.

That's enough of that, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Reasons

Sorry for the lack of posting, and sorry for the previous post. I don't know who or HOW that could've been put up, and I apologize. It might have been me, and that's a long story.

I just recently misplaced my mental illness medication. I was hospitalized for about 4 months with something the doctors couldn't even tell me about. Big coughing fits, slight amnesia, paranoia... if I had to guess, say for myself, it was schizophrenia. But the symptoms don't entirely match.

Also, my Life Science teacher, Mrs. Sioux... the one who gave us this blog project, went missing for a short while. We had a substitute, then the school made an announcement for anyone in Mrs. S's LS class to immediately report to the auditorium. There, we were informed that her body was found 300 kilometers east from the school. Investigators say she might have been abducted and murdered. Hell, the way she had been killed was linked to a serial killer in the state.

This killer's style was kinda odd. The person would go missing for a few days or so. Detectives suspect that they're killed on the first day. But the bodies would always be found in the woods, strung on trees, INSIDE trees, etc. The bodies would be carved up. When I say carved up, I mean, entire strips of body were missing.

Anyways, needless to say, we were all grief-stricken and whatnot. In fact, they debated on whether they should remove the Life Science class altogether or if they should just get a new teacher. It's still undecided.

But I'm gonna keep this blog, just for the hell of it. Thanks for reading, guys. Catch you all later.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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I am Okay.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Entry 6

Today, I hung out with three of my friends at the park, then went back to my place and jammed. Pictures will ensue.


Brett's rated X x9
I'm sort of surprised that Brett can lift my weight.
I don't even know why girls feel the need to do the "IMSOSEXY" pose...
Rock dat Acoustic. #awwwhyeah
I decided to do an arty-style picture, and this is the result. <3
All in all, pretty good day. Went to the mall, got stuff, came home, went to the park, and the above (and beyond) ensued. I only wish I could've gotten the pictures and video from the mall on here, but my cousin has them.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Entry 3/4/5

So, I was away from a computer for a long time. But not much happened. What will follow is a summary of everything that happened over the past 3 days.

Went to the park.
Went to the park.
Went to the park.
Went to a friend's house.
Went to the park.
Went to the mall.
Went to the mall.
Went to the park.

Yep, there's  TONS to do around here. And the mall is about 40 miles away from my place. So, uh... there's still the park?

Also, this Use of Space project in Photography class is going... alright...

Anyways, I'm hanging out with a friend, so I'm gonna go now. I'll try to update this tomorrow. I sorta have to. I got called out by Mrs. Sioux again, so... I MEAN... later! :D

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Entry 2

Alright, so, today was interesting.

I went to the mall with Jorde and a few others (Ashley, Erin, and Connor) and we got some snow-cones and so on. The weather was beautiful today, so we wandered around the nature trail a little, got ice cream, you know the deal. It feels like Summer rather than spring, which I suppose is a good thing. I was getting tired of the insanely depressing cold weather.

After that, I went to the doctor for a chronic cough I've had. It only started a week before I made the blog.
Checked my lungs, they were fine.
Checked in my ears to make sure there wasn't a hair tickling a nerve or something, but no hairs.
There's nothing causing the coughing, so they put me on some medicine. So far, it hasn't really been helping. My guess is that it's allergies, but I don't know what could cause them.

And then, here I am. Typing this out. Not much happened today, to be honest. Sun, mall, nature trail, doctor, home. I feel like Twitter. Thanks, Mrs. Sioux, I'm a social network now.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Introduction / Entry 1

Hey, everyone!

I made this blog for one reason, one reason only; For a Life Science class.

We thought it looked eerie, so I snapped a picture.
I'm not a huge fan of blogs and the sort, but my LS teacher decided to give us a semester-long assignment. That assignment being... "Keep a Blogger Page and update each day what you did (go to the mall, hang out with friends, etc.). Use detail and, if you feel like it, post pictures!"

This assignment is a total of 140 points. Yes, 140 points. And I feel as though a lot more people than just my classmates are going to read this. So I'm going to use the name "Puppet" for now (and forever on)

AND ON WITH THE SHOW...

I went down to the Elementary school to hang out with a few of my bestfriends; Andy and Jorde. I really just took pictures... There's a lot of forested area around the place, so we went through and got a few pictures which will follow shortly.

It looked a LOT cooler in person, but I snapped one anyways.

A creek we stumbled upon, creepy, all the sorts.

Thought it looked like a tombstone, but I couldn't zoom in all the way. Place is creepy, though.

The Creek (by the school)
And that's all I have for today, folks. The rest of the time was dealing with Algebra homework and having a circle-group of friendship with Ashley, Erin, and Ethan (sorta) after school. So uh, later!