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.

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?

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)!

Dark birthday

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

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?

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.

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.

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: