Oh. Wait.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Don't have much time to explain, we have to get going soon.
Kristal and Daren are on the blog now. All of her posts from http://mindsprison.blogspot.com can be found here.
Daren was right.
I can't believe I would ever say that.
I must seem so insane right now. Fuck.
I promise things will get explained by one of us when things calm down for a bit.
Just. Genesis. Jennah. Jennahsis. Needlegirl.
It was her.
Oh god it was her. He knew. We didn't.
Fuck.
Kristal and Daren are on the blog now. All of her posts from http://mindsprison.blogspot.com can be found here.
Daren was right.
I can't believe I would ever say that.
I must seem so insane right now. Fuck.
I promise things will get explained by one of us when things calm down for a bit.
Just. Genesis. Jennah. Jennahsis. Needlegirl.
It was her.
Oh god it was her. He knew. We didn't.
Fuck.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
There was a
Red-headed guy following me around when I went out shopping today. He just watched me.
And he made himself clear he was following me around. What is he trying to do?
Don't want to say anything to Ray.
I'm kind of scared.
...next time I go out I'm bringing someone with me.
I hope Jennah gets home soon. Ray said he wanted to meet her...and the place will be a lot nicer with three people.
I'm going to go make some hot chocolate and try to forget about today.
What a creep.
And he made himself clear he was following me around. What is he trying to do?
Don't want to say anything to Ray.
I'm kind of scared.
...next time I go out I'm bringing someone with me.
I hope Jennah gets home soon. Ray said he wanted to meet her...and the place will be a lot nicer with three people.
I'm going to go make some hot chocolate and try to forget about today.
What a creep.
Friday, December 9, 2011
I knew it was too good to be true
Look at Elaine's comment.
From what I've seen from her posts she seems to not really understand what's going on.
She thinks this is a story. The whole thing is a story.
It needs to stay that way.
I made an agreement with her that I'll stay until her roommate (Jennah, I guess) gets back. Until then I'm watching to see what's happening here, because something is going on.
What interests me the most is the gap in her posts between July and September, and the sudden personality change after her resurface. But what changed? It looks like she has something messing with her. The whole thing seems odd.
She has to be connected to everything somehow. She just doesn't know.
So I'm staying until Jennah comes back. I have questions that need answers.
I saw Daren again the other day. He tried to get my attention. He mouthed something at me, but I left before he could get closer.
Daren. I know you're reading this. Now. I'll say this again. Leave me alone. At least until this is over. I know you have the whole "hurt-everyone" philosophy but I know you're not working for Him. You're still one of us, in a twisted sense. Respect that.
I declare this area Switzerland. Neutral grounds. Deal with it until this is blown over. Capiche?
Capiche.
From what I've seen from her posts she seems to not really understand what's going on.
She thinks this is a story. The whole thing is a story.
It needs to stay that way.
I made an agreement with her that I'll stay until her roommate (Jennah, I guess) gets back. Until then I'm watching to see what's happening here, because something is going on.
What interests me the most is the gap in her posts between July and September, and the sudden personality change after her resurface. But what changed? It looks like she has something messing with her. The whole thing seems odd.
She has to be connected to everything somehow. She just doesn't know.
So I'm staying until Jennah comes back. I have questions that need answers.
I saw Daren again the other day. He tried to get my attention. He mouthed something at me, but I left before he could get closer.
Daren. I know you're reading this. Now. I'll say this again. Leave me alone. At least until this is over. I know you have the whole "hurt-everyone" philosophy but I know you're not working for Him. You're still one of us, in a twisted sense. Respect that.
I declare this area Switzerland. Neutral grounds. Deal with it until this is blown over. Capiche?
Capiche.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Not alone anymore!
Hey guys! :3
I'll try to keep the atmosphere as light as possible. Hehe. A lot of stories either ended or took a turn for the worse lately...it's kind of sad. I really liked some of the characters. Michael, Konaa, Lucas, Joel...I mean, they're not real, but it's still kind of sad seeing them go. Someone you've been watching just suddenly disappears.
Oh, gee. I'm rambling again >< I get connected to people, fictional or not. Sorry...
Jennah told me last Wednesday that she had to leave again, but I managed to convince her to stay for Thanksgiving! :3
...not totally sure how we were supposed to spend it, to be honest, but we ate turkey and all, so I think we did it right. (Jennah seemed really awkward about it. I wonder if she ever celebrated it when she was little...)
So she had to leave again Friday. D: I spent the past week moping around by myself. The place gets really creepy when you're by yourself...>.<;;; but it's okay though!
Today I went out to go get coffee (oh my god, cappuccinos are so good. @.@ like...all foamy and creamy and I had like...5 today but I want another one.) and when I was leaving the store, I noticed a kid laying in the street. He had black hair all messed up and sticking out in areas, and there were streaks of dirt running along his face. (I'll admit, it was kind of cute. Like...when a little kid goes out to play in the mud and comes back in covered in dirt cute. Maybe he was playing in the mud? Hehe), and he had these green eyes that were just kind of...stood out. Like he had been through Hell and back and was about to go back in for another round.
So naturally, I walked up to him. I guess he thought I was going to give him money? He looked at me for a second and when he realized I didn't have anything in my hands, he just growled, "what is it?".
I told him about my little situation, and how I wouldn't mind having a guest stay at the apartment. He could get cleaned up and spend his time comfortably until he figures out what he needs to do, and asked if he wanted to come.
(I know. I know. Stranger danger 101. But this kid has something to him. I can trust him. And I feel like he needs to be around somebody right now. He looks so lonely...)
He hesitated, but agreed. That was this morning. Right now he's sitting across the room from me on our other laptop, and something's on the TV. I think it's ESPN? He said using it as background noise soothes him. Heh. Alright then.
Oh, I haven't mentioned his name yet, have I? He said it was Raymond. But most people call him Ray.
Maybe this place won't be so creepy anymore. ^^
I'll try to keep the atmosphere as light as possible. Hehe. A lot of stories either ended or took a turn for the worse lately...it's kind of sad. I really liked some of the characters. Michael, Konaa, Lucas, Joel...I mean, they're not real, but it's still kind of sad seeing them go. Someone you've been watching just suddenly disappears.
Oh, gee. I'm rambling again >< I get connected to people, fictional or not. Sorry...
Jennah told me last Wednesday that she had to leave again, but I managed to convince her to stay for Thanksgiving! :3
...not totally sure how we were supposed to spend it, to be honest, but we ate turkey and all, so I think we did it right. (Jennah seemed really awkward about it. I wonder if she ever celebrated it when she was little...)
So she had to leave again Friday. D: I spent the past week moping around by myself. The place gets really creepy when you're by yourself...>.<;;; but it's okay though!
Today I went out to go get coffee (oh my god, cappuccinos are so good. @.@ like...all foamy and creamy and I had like...5 today but I want another one.) and when I was leaving the store, I noticed a kid laying in the street. He had black hair all messed up and sticking out in areas, and there were streaks of dirt running along his face. (I'll admit, it was kind of cute. Like...when a little kid goes out to play in the mud and comes back in covered in dirt cute. Maybe he was playing in the mud? Hehe), and he had these green eyes that were just kind of...stood out. Like he had been through Hell and back and was about to go back in for another round.
So naturally, I walked up to him. I guess he thought I was going to give him money? He looked at me for a second and when he realized I didn't have anything in my hands, he just growled, "what is it?".
I told him about my little situation, and how I wouldn't mind having a guest stay at the apartment. He could get cleaned up and spend his time comfortably until he figures out what he needs to do, and asked if he wanted to come.
(I know. I know. Stranger danger 101. But this kid has something to him. I can trust him. And I feel like he needs to be around somebody right now. He looks so lonely...)
He hesitated, but agreed. That was this morning. Right now he's sitting across the room from me on our other laptop, and something's on the TV. I think it's ESPN? He said using it as background noise soothes him. Heh. Alright then.
Oh, I haven't mentioned his name yet, have I? He said it was Raymond. But most people call him Ray.
Maybe this place won't be so creepy anymore. ^^
Well, she's nice
I guess I kind of disappeared off the charts for a while after that last post. Fucking sorry about that. Did I make anyone worry? No? Oh well.
I fucking never want to hike again. Especially through woods. Never. Fucking. Again.
Do you know how paranoid I was getting? I was afraid I'd turn around and suddenly I'd be trapped in fog, trying to figure out where the hell I was, and our favorite person would appear. Or that I'd see Daren again. Or the Needle girl. Or someone/thing/whatever I haven't ran into yet. I got to the other end, and after pretending I was Frogger in a high way (if you don't get the reference, you're too young for this blog. Just saying), dashed to the other side and found I was in some downtown area outside a Starbucks and Target. I spent the day walking around, with most people thinking I was a homeless kid. (Which, I guess is kind of true? I never really thought of it that way), and kept on giving me money. I have a wad of about $175 from the past two days. People are really nice here.
Maybe I shouldn't exploit that.
Naaaaah.
Anyways, this one girl invited me back to her place to wash up and have somewhere to stay this morning. She said the person she was living with kept leaving on trips, and she spent months alone. She doesn't want to be in the place by herself, and then said "I feel like I can trust you for some odd reason. I don't know, maybe it's the layer of dirt on your face..." and I blushed. I'll fucking admit it. So I'm now sitting in the living room in her apartment, using her second computer.
Oh, right. Her name.
Her name is Kristal.
Daren, I'm going to say this right fucking now. If you're still around the area, and you're after me for some fucking reason, get the fuck away. Or at least, don't drag her in. I feel bad enough as it is, I don't want to have to deal with some psychopath dragging an innocent into all of this.
I fucking never want to hike again. Especially through woods. Never. Fucking. Again.
Do you know how paranoid I was getting? I was afraid I'd turn around and suddenly I'd be trapped in fog, trying to figure out where the hell I was, and our favorite person would appear. Or that I'd see Daren again. Or the Needle girl. Or someone/thing/whatever I haven't ran into yet. I got to the other end, and after pretending I was Frogger in a high way (if you don't get the reference, you're too young for this blog. Just saying), dashed to the other side and found I was in some downtown area outside a Starbucks and Target. I spent the day walking around, with most people thinking I was a homeless kid. (Which, I guess is kind of true? I never really thought of it that way), and kept on giving me money. I have a wad of about $175 from the past two days. People are really nice here.
Maybe I shouldn't exploit that.
Naaaaah.
Anyways, this one girl invited me back to her place to wash up and have somewhere to stay this morning. She said the person she was living with kept leaving on trips, and she spent months alone. She doesn't want to be in the place by herself, and then said "I feel like I can trust you for some odd reason. I don't know, maybe it's the layer of dirt on your face..." and I blushed. I'll fucking admit it. So I'm now sitting in the living room in her apartment, using her second computer.
Oh, right. Her name.
Her name is Kristal.
Daren, I'm going to say this right fucking now. If you're still around the area, and you're after me for some fucking reason, get the fuck away. Or at least, don't drag her in. I feel bad enough as it is, I don't want to have to deal with some psychopath dragging an innocent into all of this.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Steele, you're an ass
Jesus fucking Christ.
So after that whole horror with Hope, I had been riding around with Steele, Rivers, and Alex, and with our favorite psychiatrist being pretty comatose, and Alex deciding to fall mute, it had been pretty much Steele and me talking for the past two days or so.
That is until he decided to fucking drive off without me.
Let me back up a bit.
We had made a pitstop at a gas station in Pennsylvania. because I had to take a leak and Steele decided he needed a new pack of cigarettes. (Even though he had like, I don't know, 30 packs in his glove compartment. Whatever.) So we went in. After I did some business I'm sure y'all don't want to read about I came out to meet with him before we left.
Except the 'him' I ran into wasn't Steele. It was fucking him. Daren. (Which, what the hell? He decided to make his own blogger account now?) So I did the natural thing that someone does when they run into someone who had kept you as a hostage.
I fucking bolted. Straight out the door. Into town. Almost got hit by a car, but the driver was nice enough to just swerve and flip me off before I got off the street.
So, after about an hour? Something like that, I manage to work my way back to the gas station to see that Steele had left. What the hell, man? I'm now stranded in God-knows-where-Pennsylvania. And Daren's somewhere here too.
I need to go figure out where I can sleep. I'm in a public library right now.
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EDIT: Oh, "Ray was with us, but he ran off gibbering about something in Pennsylvania." Really?
So after that whole horror with Hope, I had been riding around with Steele, Rivers, and Alex, and with our favorite psychiatrist being pretty comatose, and Alex deciding to fall mute, it had been pretty much Steele and me talking for the past two days or so.
That is until he decided to fucking drive off without me.
Let me back up a bit.
We had made a pitstop at a gas station in Pennsylvania. because I had to take a leak and Steele decided he needed a new pack of cigarettes. (Even though he had like, I don't know, 30 packs in his glove compartment. Whatever.) So we went in. After I did some business I'm sure y'all don't want to read about I came out to meet with him before we left.
Except the 'him' I ran into wasn't Steele. It was fucking him. Daren. (Which, what the hell? He decided to make his own blogger account now?) So I did the natural thing that someone does when they run into someone who had kept you as a hostage.
I fucking bolted. Straight out the door. Into town. Almost got hit by a car, but the driver was nice enough to just swerve and flip me off before I got off the street.
So, after about an hour? Something like that, I manage to work my way back to the gas station to see that Steele had left. What the hell, man? I'm now stranded in God-knows-where-Pennsylvania. And Daren's somewhere here too.
I need to go figure out where I can sleep. I'm in a public library right now.
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EDIT: Oh, "Ray was with us, but he ran off gibbering about something in Pennsylvania." Really?
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Hope
Where the hell do I begin.
Last week seems like a good place, doesn't it? Ugh.
So I had been driving around in circles for a week, right? Trying to figure out where the hell I was supposed to go, and how not to draw attention to me. Yadda yadda yadda. Whatever. I had this ingenious idea to contact Elaine to see if I could stay at Hope for a while, just to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do. She agreed, and I arrived last Friday night.
Those two days before it all got crazy were probably the best two I've had in, oh, a year? Somewhere around that. I really only talked to Elliott, the rest of the time there I was generally sleeping. (By the way, if Elliott ever offers to play the piano, take him up. The guy's a genius with that thing.)
Then David came, (do you know how tempted I am to make a "It's All David's Fault" joke? Because I really am. I can't believe how hard it is fighting off the urge.) and apparently this happened. So Shaun, Konaa, and others that were also here are slowly leaving, and I'm not sure what to do.
Honestly, I think I will stay. Elaine thought she was doing the right thing. You can't get mad at her for that. (Hell, if it was me in this situation I would have probably done the same thing.) Besides, it's nice here. Even if Hope has the same chance as everywhere else in the world, I'd rather be comfortable then out in the night, wet and cold. Call it a personal preference if you will.
Well, I think that's it. I'll post again when this 'impending attack' happens. (Though it really just seems like they're trying to bluff to scare everyone. Whatever. Guess we'll find out.)
Last week seems like a good place, doesn't it? Ugh.
So I had been driving around in circles for a week, right? Trying to figure out where the hell I was supposed to go, and how not to draw attention to me. Yadda yadda yadda. Whatever. I had this ingenious idea to contact Elaine to see if I could stay at Hope for a while, just to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do. She agreed, and I arrived last Friday night.
Those two days before it all got crazy were probably the best two I've had in, oh, a year? Somewhere around that. I really only talked to Elliott, the rest of the time there I was generally sleeping. (By the way, if Elliott ever offers to play the piano, take him up. The guy's a genius with that thing.)
Then David came, (do you know how tempted I am to make a "It's All David's Fault" joke? Because I really am. I can't believe how hard it is fighting off the urge.) and apparently this happened. So Shaun, Konaa, and others that were also here are slowly leaving, and I'm not sure what to do.
Honestly, I think I will stay. Elaine thought she was doing the right thing. You can't get mad at her for that. (Hell, if it was me in this situation I would have probably done the same thing.) Besides, it's nice here. Even if Hope has the same chance as everywhere else in the world, I'd rather be comfortable then out in the night, wet and cold. Call it a personal preference if you will.
Well, I think that's it. I'll post again when this 'impending attack' happens. (Though it really just seems like they're trying to bluff to scare everyone. Whatever. Guess we'll find out.)
Monday, November 21, 2011
Jennah's Back
Finally! :3
Do you know how creepy this apartment gets at night? Well, it's even worse when you're by yourself. x.x;
(I guess what I was reading doesn't help, though. Hehe...)
So, hm.
Oh, god. Yeah. Turns out Jennah was checking in on the blog (Hi! :3) so she knows what I've been reading. >.>;
Oops. She didn't seem to get mad, though! She said she was 'glad I was taking the time to appreciate the authors' works." and then we started talking about them. Turns out she's been keeping up. It was a little odd discussing them, but you kind of just got to roll with it.
Turns out her favorite characters are Writer, David, and Morningstar, and she started going off on a tangent about characters like Shaun, Konaa, Hylo, Spencer, and Elaine, and how more and more of them seem to be popping up. "They're like rabbits now." she said. I guess she does have a point. Lately more and more people seem to be making blogs.
She really does seem to be a loyal fan. Hehe. :P
Then came the bad news - she said she wasn't done, and she'll probably have to leave again soon. What she was working on got put on hold because there'd been no change in the situation for about two weeks, but she doesn't know when she'll get called to leave again.
...I really need to ask her what her job is. .__.
Do you know how creepy this apartment gets at night? Well, it's even worse when you're by yourself. x.x;
(I guess what I was reading doesn't help, though. Hehe...)
So, hm.
Oh, god. Yeah. Turns out Jennah was checking in on the blog (Hi! :3) so she knows what I've been reading. >.>;
Oops. She didn't seem to get mad, though! She said she was 'glad I was taking the time to appreciate the authors' works." and then we started talking about them. Turns out she's been keeping up. It was a little odd discussing them, but you kind of just got to roll with it.
Turns out her favorite characters are Writer, David, and Morningstar, and she started going off on a tangent about characters like Shaun, Konaa, Hylo, Spencer, and Elaine, and how more and more of them seem to be popping up. "They're like rabbits now." she said. I guess she does have a point. Lately more and more people seem to be making blogs.
She really does seem to be a loyal fan. Hehe. :P
Then came the bad news - she said she wasn't done, and she'll probably have to leave again soon. What she was working on got put on hold because there'd been no change in the situation for about two weeks, but she doesn't know when she'll get called to leave again.
...I really need to ask her what her job is. .__.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Lolling About
Really haven't had much to do lately, but something has caught my interest.
I'm not too sure with what's going on with this, but I guess Elaine, Shaun, and Konaa are running off to go save this group of kids. I've spent the past day or so reading what they've had and I'm actually wondering how this stuff is all set up.
I know it's not really real, but I hope that they're safe. The guys are so likable. :< I hope nothing bad happens.
I'm not too sure with what's going on with this, but I guess Elaine, Shaun, and Konaa are running off to go save this group of kids. I've spent the past day or so reading what they've had and I'm actually wondering how this stuff is all set up.
I know it's not really real, but I hope that they're safe. The guys are so likable. :< I hope nothing bad happens.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I'm a Ninja
So I figured out the perfect way to get out of town last week.
Halloween.
It's amazing how during that one time of the year no one actually pays attention to some kid driving off in a car that may or may not be his.own. (I left a note to my family telling them to have some trust in what I'm doing, and if all goes well I'll see them again soon) But I'm tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen. If there's going to be something happening, I want to be the cause of it. Not the effect of what happens after.
I swear to god that line sounded better in my head. But I don't have too much time to think of anything cool to jot down. I'm just putting this up before I head out again. (Oh, yeah. I'm leeching off of some unsecured wifi network called "ForAdultUsage". I really don't want to know what it's for. I reaaaaaaaaaaaallly don't want to know.)
Back to what I said before. If there's going to be another standoff between me and whoever, I want to be the one with the advantage. I'm tired of hoisting up my skirt and waiting for the next person to make me their damsel in distress.
I'm not running. I'm still fighting. I'm just making the fight mobile.
It's time to make a difference.
Halloween.
It's amazing how during that one time of the year no one actually pays attention to some kid driving off in a car that may or may not be his.own. (I left a note to my family telling them to have some trust in what I'm doing, and if all goes well I'll see them again soon) But I'm tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen. If there's going to be something happening, I want to be the cause of it. Not the effect of what happens after.
I swear to god that line sounded better in my head. But I don't have too much time to think of anything cool to jot down. I'm just putting this up before I head out again. (Oh, yeah. I'm leeching off of some unsecured wifi network called "ForAdultUsage". I really don't want to know what it's for. I reaaaaaaaaaaaallly don't want to know.)
Back to what I said before. If there's going to be another standoff between me and whoever, I want to be the one with the advantage. I'm tired of hoisting up my skirt and waiting for the next person to make me their damsel in distress.
I'm not running. I'm still fighting. I'm just making the fight mobile.
It's time to make a difference.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Got a call from Jennah today.
She told me she's probably going to be home soon. What she's working on "is finally going somewhere", as she puts it. She was complaining about how nothing had changed in the past couple of weeks, but she's excited that her trip should be over soon.
So, that's good news...but I want to ask her about the blogs I found. Should I wait until she gets back? Should I not say anything? >>;; I really have no idea what to do right now.
She told me she's probably going to be home soon. What she's working on "is finally going somewhere", as she puts it. She was complaining about how nothing had changed in the past couple of weeks, but she's excited that her trip should be over soon.
So, that's good news...but I want to ask her about the blogs I found. Should I wait until she gets back? Should I not say anything? >>;; I really have no idea what to do right now.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I Don't Want To
I don't like the fact that I have to do this.
RUN
After spending months living at home acting as if nothing's going on with my life, it's finally driven me to this point. I have to leave home.
After having Daren and that girl with the needles come after me at different points in time, let alone Mr. Slender, I don't want to have anyone I know be dragged into this.
AWAY
The hardest part is going to be explaining this to my parents. I'm really not sure what to do. I can't just hitch up and leave, and I can't fake a death or anything, so I'm not too sure on how to execute this smoothly. Leaving everyone I know here behind to protect them. So none of this crazy shit happens.
I can't believe I'm actually saying this.
LITTLE
BOY
It's time to run.
RUN
After spending months living at home acting as if nothing's going on with my life, it's finally driven me to this point. I have to leave home.
After having Daren and that girl with the needles come after me at different points in time, let alone Mr. Slender, I don't want to have anyone I know be dragged into this.
AWAY
The hardest part is going to be explaining this to my parents. I'm really not sure what to do. I can't just hitch up and leave, and I can't fake a death or anything, so I'm not too sure on how to execute this smoothly. Leaving everyone I know here behind to protect them. So none of this crazy shit happens.
I can't believe I'm actually saying this.
LITTLE
BOY
It's time to run.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Living Nightmares
Okay, finished catching up on all those blogs I found. (I even commented on one or two of them! I hope I didn't do anything wrong by that. I acted like I was seriously trying to help them..) Again, nothing I'd really consider "strange" going on.
Still in the house by myself. Jennah normally calls at least once every other day, but the last message I got from her was the uh...oh, the 17th? That was last Monday if I recall correctly. She sounded rushed, though. Out of breath. She said she hopefully wouldn't be gone much longer (ha, she's been gone for the past two months. Thank god there's enough money lying around so I haven't had to get a job). Sounded like she was messing with something metallic. Before she hung up I heard her curse under her breath, too. Which...is kinda odd. And that's coming from me.
Well, alright. I take back what I said earlier. I did have another one of my infamous dreams. I want to blame most of it on what I've been reading lately, because of what it had.
To be blunt it was Mr. Thin. I had this creepy dream where he was just standing in my living room, watching me be terrified as I was hiding under the couch waiting for Him to go away. This happened for Christ knows how long, and then suddenly He moved, and had a tentacle...arm...thing wrapped around me. He stared into my eyes with that blank face...and then I woke up.
So, yeah. It sounds like that was caused by what I was reading lately, so I'm not too worried about it. Dreams are dreams, right?
Still in the house by myself. Jennah normally calls at least once every other day, but the last message I got from her was the uh...oh, the 17th? That was last Monday if I recall correctly. She sounded rushed, though. Out of breath. She said she hopefully wouldn't be gone much longer (ha, she's been gone for the past two months. Thank god there's enough money lying around so I haven't had to get a job). Sounded like she was messing with something metallic. Before she hung up I heard her curse under her breath, too. Which...is kinda odd. And that's coming from me.
Well, alright. I take back what I said earlier. I did have another one of my infamous dreams. I want to blame most of it on what I've been reading lately, because of what it had.
To be blunt it was Mr. Thin. I had this creepy dream where he was just standing in my living room, watching me be terrified as I was hiding under the couch waiting for Him to go away. This happened for Christ knows how long, and then suddenly He moved, and had a tentacle...arm...thing wrapped around me. He stared into my eyes with that blank face...and then I woke up.
So, yeah. It sounds like that was caused by what I was reading lately, so I'm not too worried about it. Dreams are dreams, right?
Monday, October 17, 2011
Syringes
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What the fuck was that.
Shit. Okay, um.
Last night. Wonderful night last night, right? Middle of October, it was cool but not freezing-my-ass-off-cold-oh-my-god-there's-icicles-hanging-off-my-body, so I went out for a walk. Trying to forget about this piece of shit being under siege. (Hoping to wake up and have forgotten everything about the past 7 months or so, really. (Sadly, nothing. I still have all the memories that happened. Every last one of them. )) Just relaxing...
NOPE.
As I was heading home, I ran into this person. See, normally running into people wouldn't bother me. But this did. Because it wasn't really a friendly person. Well. I'm giving too much credit by calling what that was a 'person'. Entity? Whatever, word choice doesn't matter.
She (I assume she, at least, because, you know, breasts and all that), turned around as I was walking up.At first I thought she was just lost. And somehow I still care enough for other people to see if she was alright. It's when I got closer that I wanted to raise the white flag and duck for cover. She had bandages covering her face, and where there weren't bandages, chocolate-brown hair was hanging over it.The only thing visible was a bloodshot eye (thinking back on it, it would be her left). Alright, she may have been in an accident. She may be someone in the Halloween spirit two weeks too early, I try not to judge too early but it's kind of hard when you don't know who or what might drop out of the sky and try to kill you. My paranoia lately has distanced myself but it has it's moments.
By the time she was fully facing me I finally got a good look. She had racks of syringes hanging off the inside of the sweat jacket she was wearing. There must have been hundreds. At this point in time I was thinking "Hey, must be a drug dealer...who's been in an accident." She might have taken a drug herself, (god knows what, though. Druggie 101 wasn't a class offered at the school I went to). I tried to stay calm. There wasn't much I could do, I couldn't bolt out of there, she was standing right in front of my house. So I did what any sane person did.
"Hey" I greeted her, trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted, if it had anything to do with me. No response. She just continued to stare. It didn't even seem like it was at me though. She was just staring off into the distance. I tried again.
"Hey, miss? Uhh, Mrs.? (couldn't hurt to try, though I highly doubted she was married). Hello? Who are you? Can you hear me? Miss?" I berated her with question after question, hoping to get a response.
I got one, all right. Ohhhh boy did I get one.
She suddenly snapped her attention to me. Finally making contact, I took a step back and waited for a response.
"So the little boy finally leaves his wannabe man-cave. It took you a while." she taunted. It was true. I hadn't left the house without being with someone in a long time. Actually, ever since I got back from the hospital. So I did the next thing man kind does when approached with a difficult situation. I ran away. As fast as my legs could carry me. Unfortunately she decided she wasn't going to give up that easily.
About ten minutes later, I was leaning against the back of a tree, trying to catch my breath. (Being on the soccer team had some advantages, I guess.) and sat down, trying to be quiet. I heard a twig snap.
"Oh god, this chick is going to kill me." was what was running through my mind as I was trying to figure out where she would pop up from. In a way it was horribly amusing. I had been followed around by a tentacle freak, and a guy with a vendetta against my friend. I had been barraged with attacks left and right and got out with few scars to prove it. Yet the end was probably going to be from some psycho with a needle? It's like I was being dealt the death charge. It was my execution. "Please let it be cyanide. Cyanide is painless, right?" I shuddered, and traced along the scarred tissue that was wrecked by Daren months before on my arm. There were two cuts intersecting each other, looking like an X. Or a mutilated cross. I'm sure he found that hilarious, but it hurt like a motherfucker.. (I felt like I was being branded. Thank goodness he didn't have any ink.)
Another twig snapped. My heartbeat increased by another tenfold. This one was right behind the tree I was resting at. Trying not to make any noise - not even breathing - I slowly stood up and peered over the stump. Nothing. I must have just imagined it, right? I was tired. Tired people have hallucinations. I turned around again, just to bump into our lady of the hour.
No one has ever jumped so high in their lives. I'm pretty sure I set a world record. She had this cruel twinkle in her eyes, as if she new exactly what torment I was going through. She was having fun. I was her prey. She held up a syringe and showed me the needle. I jerked, pulling my arm away before she could get the damn thing any closer. Then because I'm so fucking stupid at times, I turned around and tripped on the root I was standing in front of. Just my fucking luck.
She took my arm by force, and pushed the needle in right where the scarred tissue intersected. Watching the metal pierce my flesh was probably not nearly as bad as how it felt. It was like liquid fire suddenly started running through my body. Oh god, it burned. And it was spreading rapidly. It was like there were flames burning inside me. I couldn't get the pain to stop, and it was making everything hard to do. Standing. Talking. Breathing. Blinking. I wanted to stop it all just to make the pain stop. I managed to sputter out
"Wha- wha- wha-...what was...th--" before I hit the ground. That was the last thing I remember. I don't know what the hell happened to me while I was out. Or what the fuck she injected me with. I woke up with "AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING THE EASY WAY OUT." written on me in what I think was sharpie.
I'm torn on what to do. It's obvious I can't stay in one area for too much longer. But I don't know what the fuck I got injected with. I can't go to a doctor about this. I can't tell anyone. But I can't just suddenly drop dead in the middle of nowhere, never to be seen again. So what should I do?
Who was that girl? I'm assuming she's connected to what's been going on on here for the past couple months or so. Hell, what if she was the person who put that little note up back in May, and not Daren? This means she's been watching me for months.
And I've done nothing but be a sitting duck. Oh god.
What the fuck.
What the fuck was that.
Shit. Okay, um.
Last night. Wonderful night last night, right? Middle of October, it was cool but not freezing-my-ass-off-cold-oh-my-god-there's-icicles-hanging-off-my-body, so I went out for a walk. Trying to forget about this piece of shit being under siege. (Hoping to wake up and have forgotten everything about the past 7 months or so, really. (Sadly, nothing. I still have all the memories that happened. Every last one of them. )) Just relaxing...
NOPE.
As I was heading home, I ran into this person. See, normally running into people wouldn't bother me. But this did. Because it wasn't really a friendly person. Well. I'm giving too much credit by calling what that was a 'person'. Entity? Whatever, word choice doesn't matter.
She (I assume she, at least, because, you know, breasts and all that), turned around as I was walking up.At first I thought she was just lost. And somehow I still care enough for other people to see if she was alright. It's when I got closer that I wanted to raise the white flag and duck for cover. She had bandages covering her face, and where there weren't bandages, chocolate-brown hair was hanging over it.The only thing visible was a bloodshot eye (thinking back on it, it would be her left). Alright, she may have been in an accident. She may be someone in the Halloween spirit two weeks too early, I try not to judge too early but it's kind of hard when you don't know who or what might drop out of the sky and try to kill you. My paranoia lately has distanced myself but it has it's moments.
By the time she was fully facing me I finally got a good look. She had racks of syringes hanging off the inside of the sweat jacket she was wearing. There must have been hundreds. At this point in time I was thinking "Hey, must be a drug dealer...who's been in an accident." She might have taken a drug herself, (god knows what, though. Druggie 101 wasn't a class offered at the school I went to). I tried to stay calm. There wasn't much I could do, I couldn't bolt out of there, she was standing right in front of my house. So I did what any sane person did.
"Hey" I greeted her, trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted, if it had anything to do with me. No response. She just continued to stare. It didn't even seem like it was at me though. She was just staring off into the distance. I tried again.
"Hey, miss? Uhh, Mrs.? (couldn't hurt to try, though I highly doubted she was married). Hello? Who are you? Can you hear me? Miss?" I berated her with question after question, hoping to get a response.
I got one, all right. Ohhhh boy did I get one.
She suddenly snapped her attention to me. Finally making contact, I took a step back and waited for a response.
"So the little boy finally leaves his wannabe man-cave. It took you a while." she taunted. It was true. I hadn't left the house without being with someone in a long time. Actually, ever since I got back from the hospital. So I did the next thing man kind does when approached with a difficult situation. I ran away. As fast as my legs could carry me. Unfortunately she decided she wasn't going to give up that easily.
About ten minutes later, I was leaning against the back of a tree, trying to catch my breath. (Being on the soccer team had some advantages, I guess.) and sat down, trying to be quiet. I heard a twig snap.
"Oh god, this chick is going to kill me." was what was running through my mind as I was trying to figure out where she would pop up from. In a way it was horribly amusing. I had been followed around by a tentacle freak, and a guy with a vendetta against my friend. I had been barraged with attacks left and right and got out with few scars to prove it. Yet the end was probably going to be from some psycho with a needle? It's like I was being dealt the death charge. It was my execution. "Please let it be cyanide. Cyanide is painless, right?" I shuddered, and traced along the scarred tissue that was wrecked by Daren months before on my arm. There were two cuts intersecting each other, looking like an X. Or a mutilated cross. I'm sure he found that hilarious, but it hurt like a motherfucker.. (I felt like I was being branded. Thank goodness he didn't have any ink.)
Another twig snapped. My heartbeat increased by another tenfold. This one was right behind the tree I was resting at. Trying not to make any noise - not even breathing - I slowly stood up and peered over the stump. Nothing. I must have just imagined it, right? I was tired. Tired people have hallucinations. I turned around again, just to bump into our lady of the hour.
No one has ever jumped so high in their lives. I'm pretty sure I set a world record. She had this cruel twinkle in her eyes, as if she new exactly what torment I was going through. She was having fun. I was her prey. She held up a syringe and showed me the needle. I jerked, pulling my arm away before she could get the damn thing any closer. Then because I'm so fucking stupid at times, I turned around and tripped on the root I was standing in front of. Just my fucking luck.
She took my arm by force, and pushed the needle in right where the scarred tissue intersected. Watching the metal pierce my flesh was probably not nearly as bad as how it felt. It was like liquid fire suddenly started running through my body. Oh god, it burned. And it was spreading rapidly. It was like there were flames burning inside me. I couldn't get the pain to stop, and it was making everything hard to do. Standing. Talking. Breathing. Blinking. I wanted to stop it all just to make the pain stop. I managed to sputter out
"Wha- wha- wha-...what was...th--" before I hit the ground. That was the last thing I remember. I don't know what the hell happened to me while I was out. Or what the fuck she injected me with. I woke up with "AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING THE EASY WAY OUT." written on me in what I think was sharpie.
I'm torn on what to do. It's obvious I can't stay in one area for too much longer. But I don't know what the fuck I got injected with. I can't go to a doctor about this. I can't tell anyone. But I can't just suddenly drop dead in the middle of nowhere, never to be seen again. So what should I do?
Who was that girl? I'm assuming she's connected to what's been going on on here for the past couple months or so. Hell, what if she was the person who put that little note up back in May, and not Daren? This means she's been watching me for months.
And I've done nothing but be a sitting duck. Oh god.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Uhh
Okay, I've kept myself up for the past couple nights because of these things. o_o
Which, I guess is good? But, ahh. I hate to say this, but I miss the sleep. Haha.
Alright. I've finished half the list. Let's finish the rest~ >:3 I wonder what I'm supposed to be saying to these people...there's no way this can be real, right? Yet everyone is acting like they are.
Which, I guess is good? But, ahh. I hate to say this, but I miss the sleep. Haha.
Alright. I've finished half the list. Let's finish the rest~ >:3 I wonder what I'm supposed to be saying to these people...there's no way this can be real, right? Yet everyone is acting like they are.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Whoever is trying to mess with me.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
EDIT: Oh shit, finally it lets me put up something and it's this piece of crap.
How the hell do I figure out how to stop this.
EDIT: Oh shit, finally it lets me put up something and it's this piece of crap.
How the hell do I figure out how to stop this.
Monday, September 19, 2011
I'm Back
Hey, nonexistent followers! (and Doc if you're even reading this..) My password got reset a while back and I just got it fixed. (sorry! amnesia girl, remember? give me a break.) and man...a lot of stuff has happened lately.
Jennah took off last week. Said it was a business trip. Pff, whatever. I highly doubt a..uhh...come to think of it I have no idea what her job actually is. Huh. Oops.
ANYWAYS~ I've been holding down the fort, and I've been doing a good job if I say so myself~. Oh, yeah! "Kris, you're so much chipper (haha, chipper. I need to start using this word more often.) now! What happened?" you're probably thinking...weeeeell...I guess you could say I got bored of just sitting around moping, hoping to suddenly wake up and have my head full of memories and eggs. Scratch the last part. I mean, trying to hunt around in ways to find my past is only going to hurt me, so why not just ride with the flow and see what happens down the road? I can't get stuck on this forever. Besides, it's boring just moping around.
So, yeah. Nothing's really happened. Occasional dream that creeps me out, nothing new. Then I can barely remember it when I wake up. Oh, yeah! I was snooping around Jennah's computer (what. I got bored. Sorry.) and found a window open with like...fifteen different blogs. Oh, I took a screencap, hold on, it's somewhere around here.
Jennah took off last week. Said it was a business trip. Pff, whatever. I highly doubt a..uhh...come to think of it I have no idea what her job actually is. Huh. Oops.
ANYWAYS~ I've been holding down the fort, and I've been doing a good job if I say so myself~. Oh, yeah! "Kris, you're so much chipper (haha, chipper. I need to start using this word more often.) now! What happened?" you're probably thinking...weeeeell...I guess you could say I got bored of just sitting around moping, hoping to suddenly wake up and have my head full of memories and eggs. Scratch the last part. I mean, trying to hunt around in ways to find my past is only going to hurt me, so why not just ride with the flow and see what happens down the road? I can't get stuck on this forever. Besides, it's boring just moping around.
So, yeah. Nothing's really happened. Occasional dream that creeps me out, nothing new. Then I can barely remember it when I wake up. Oh, yeah! I was snooping around Jennah's computer (what. I got bored. Sorry.) and found a window open with like...fifteen different blogs. Oh, I took a screencap, hold on, it's somewhere around here.
Ha, that was instantaneous for you, wasn't it? Took me like ten minutes to dig back up. Hehe...should I read these? I need something to kill time.
Apparently the blog urls are~
and
sooo yeah...this should be a fun couple hours/days.
See you all on the other side.
Strange Text?
Alright, what the hell was that mess? Who the fuck is trying to mess with me? Show your fucking face, twat. You think you're so hilarious, don't you? Put in a bloody little 'hijack' bit. So funny.
I'm not taking any of this shit. If you want me, come get me you little fucker. If I ever catch sight of your damn annoying ass I'm kicking it to Thailand. Hear me? Back the fuck off or you'll be on the ground before you can beg for your shitty little life.
Because if I ever catch sight of you you're
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nice why Remember
that's do P scars
now W L ?
Raymond very fight E
is you L E
This a E your
game
can't
you
win
dead. Fucking dead. You will spend your last moments begging for the shithole called your life.
part
Lucian, if I found this was you trying to be funny I swear to god you're a dead man.
true that
more you
think
than is
I'm not taking any of this shit. If you want me, come get me you little fucker. If I ever catch sight of your damn annoying ass I'm kicking it to Thailand. Hear me? Back the fuck off or you'll be on the ground before you can beg for your shitty little life.
Because if I ever catch sight of you you're
S
nice why Remember
that's do P scars
now W L ?
Raymond very fight E
is you L E
This a E your
game
can't
you
win
dead. Fucking dead. You will spend your last moments begging for the shithole called your life.
part
Lucian, if I found this was you trying to be funny I swear to god you're a dead man.
true that
more you
think
than is
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Changed the Password
Just to absolutely make sure I'm not out of whack and my mind isn't slipping, (well, any more than what could be considered normal, what with Tall, Dark, and Slender, picking me as one of his little lambs), I left the password the same just to see if anything weird would happen. Nothing.
why there W
hello Do H
you Y
. remember
me? D
Oh, O
am I
Y
finally getting O
through? U
You how NOT ACCEPT?
don't know
long
this took..
Well, nothing more then normal. I'd try to send out a post; it wouldn't go out. Same as what happened last time. So I changed the password just a couple minutes ago, literally right before I started this post. So yeah, I think I'll actually be able to update this little thing for all you guys who get a sick enjoyment out of reading this. Alert the press! I'm not dead!
I have no idea how many of you are disappointed by that, but here you go. I'm here. Nothing should be stopping anymore. It's just me vs. Him from here on out. The only help I had ran off without really saying anything. Whatever, though, right? Haha. It's like we're not fucked anyways! Maybe Daren had the right approach.
Of course, I'm just kidding. I may be slowly morphing into an asshole, but I'm not a psychopathic asshole. Not yet, at least.
Alright, that's it for now. I'm sure you all are happy to see this pop up in your feed. At least someone's happy about this thing. Off to sleep for me now. I'm exhausted.
EDIT: Oh what the fuck is this.
why there W
hello Do H
you Y
. remember
me? D
Oh, O
am I
Y
finally getting O
through? U
You how NOT ACCEPT?
don't know
long
this took..
Well, nothing more then normal. I'd try to send out a post; it wouldn't go out. Same as what happened last time. So I changed the password just a couple minutes ago, literally right before I started this post. So yeah, I think I'll actually be able to update this little thing for all you guys who get a sick enjoyment out of reading this. Alert the press! I'm not dead!
I have no idea how many of you are disappointed by that, but here you go. I'm here. Nothing should be stopping anymore. It's just me vs. Him from here on out. The only help I had ran off without really saying anything. Whatever, though, right? Haha. It's like we're not fucked anyways! Maybe Daren had the right approach.
Of course, I'm just kidding. I may be slowly morphing into an asshole, but I'm not a psychopathic asshole. Not yet, at least.
Alright, that's it for now. I'm sure you all are happy to see this pop up in your feed. At least someone's happy about this thing. Off to sleep for me now. I'm exhausted.
EDIT: Oh what the fuck is this.
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