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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.