Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Redirection

With the Stranger deciding not to be convenient and show up when we were prepared to jump him, I decided that I need to figure out some way of provoking him, getting him to show up. I made a chess move a while ago, and nothing has happened since then. Haven't seen those kids in a while either. Still, I'd rather act than react. Real life never seems to work in a nice, simple order. It seems to be either hectic or calm. Can't those kids take a number and get in line?

I am going to try to find any living family of Josh and Emma Collins. Maybe, if there are any relatives alive, they can help me understand things better. Also, I may try to find out more about these strange kids, see if there is anything there to go on.

I had another dream that doesn't fit. I was outside of a big house by a river, and was looking for someone. I also felt like I was being followed the whole time. Then, I found the person I was looking for. It was my brother. There were so many things wrong with the scene. The blood. That stood out. I don't normally dream of blood, as I really don't like blood. Most of my dreams, if violence occurs, seem to edit the blood out like a PG-13 movie. Not this time. Also, it all felt so self contained. Usually, my dreams have clear links to something, anything, in my life. This one felt simply strange. The part that bugged me the most is finding my brother in the first place. I know how impossible it would be to do now, as I know the truth. I don't have a brother.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The Sickness

After coming up with the idea to jump the Stranger, I came down with this fever/flu/cold thing. I believe that the bug that carried it came with the rain storm we recently had. It has kept me in and out of consciousness for these last few days. I fall asleep in bed, and wake up on the couch. I must have done this while in a state in-between awake and asleep. TA has been working more lately, so she has been away, unable to help much here. She's amazing.

My dreams have, from what I can remember of them, become increasingly unsettling lately. They feel so real, unlike most dreams do. The most recent ones involved a forest looking area, and a man in a coffin within that forest. He looked familiar, but not, at the same time. There was another dream, with a lot of running through the dark, and I finally get to my car, but it isn't my Mustang. It's my old car. I haven't had that car for about 4 years now. I didn't like it much, and would much rather dream about driving the Mustang out of the dark than my old Hyundai.

Pixi stays close. She sleeps by me on the bed, like a good dog. Sammy hangs out on my guitar amp like an awesome rocker kitty. I hope to be healthy enough to jump this guy with Ralph soon. I haven't, as far as I know, looked out the windows and seen him these last few nights. Been shaken awake by loud thumping noises occasionally though. They never continue after I wake up, so I shrug them off.

Friday, July 20, 2012

The Redux

They're back. They returned. I thought they just showed up randomly. We locked the doors and windows tonight. We don't have any real weapons, but I have moved my guitars to my bedside, and they are heavy enough to protect me.

I left this blog alone, because I thought this nonsense was leaving us alone. Clearly, this isn't the case. Whether I am filming, or writing, or anything, there is no rhyme or reason to when any of these things happen.

I feel watched again. Like eyes are constantly on me. I have the doors locked and windows covered, but I still get that feeling. I recorded throughout the night and saw nothing, but the feeling persisted. Pixi doesn't notice anything.

I am going to deliberate with TA about what our next steps should be. I don't really know where to go from here. She brought up looking for any living relatives of Josh and Emma Collins, and that might be where we start.

Sorry if it felt like I fell off the Earth. It is kinda weird, and not something I am comfortable with, discussing everyday occurrences after Osiris disappeared. I figured I'd just update the important things, as I doubt anyone wants to hear me ramble on about how Pixi learned how to organize clothes by color.

Monday, April 23, 2012

The Inquiry

Tonight. We are going to the cemetery tonight. TA, two friends of ours, and me. It is too crowded during the day. I guess it is a landmark or something. One of the only places to visit within the town. So, it being a random Monday night, I decided it is as good as any to find any leads as to what may have happened to Josh and Emma Collins.

I am going to post what I believe is cause and effect to the YouTube channel sometime within the next few days as well. With so much random crap happening, all this feels like a non linear, non subjective, big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey.... stuff. I wish, oh I wish that everything could just take its time, and wait until other random things stopped before they started making every day a new circle of Hell.

Still haven't seen anyone from that night. It was 3 weeks ago today. I think I can close the book on that. The Stranger has been oddly absent as well. I'd drop everything and try to move on..... but there was another move on the chessboard. There was also a strange symbol written on TA's car.

I heard a dog howling at the moon. I wished that it was Osiris. I stepped outside and called for him, but no one came. I miss him.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Calm

TA stopped filming for a few seconds after the video ended. There is more to that night, but none of it too terribly noteworthy. I may throw it up on the YouTube channel just so there is a more complete record of the events. The bigger looking dude was gone when I came back into the house. The smaller one limped out before I decided to pursue them. The biggest dude, the one in the mask, gave immediate chase to the Stranger.

I haven't seen any of them since that night. It has been calm. I have decided to resume the course I had set off on, and check out that cemetery one of these nights sometime in the near future. I don't know what I will expect to find, but TA and a couple friends have volunteered to go with me.

There is something else though. Something that really disturbs me. I captured a couple things on video that I believe are direct cause and effect. I am debating whether or not to upload it.

Monday, April 2, 2012

The GameState Update 2

My pawn was taken, then I took the Bishop. These moves occurred right before the events that took place earlier tonight. We are alive and ok, but really shaken up. TA called the cops, but it was no use. They got here too late.

Monday, March 26, 2012

The Fear

Right now. I hear it. Noises. Upstairs. I don't know what to do. I am laying on the couch. I have a knife. What is in my house? I am thinking about making a run for it. But what about the pets? Where would I even go? I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this. I don't want to be so alone. The pets don't care. They ignore the noises. I hear sounds. Coming from the windows. Layers of noise. The windows are so loud.

Friday, March 23, 2012

The Paranoia

I feel like they are inside the house. All the time. Always watching me. The hallways feel too dark. Every creek, shudder, and groan of the house makes me nervous. Are they whispering to each other? Are they going to kill me? I sleep in the closet sometimes, locking the bedroom door and barricading myself in the closet. I bring a knife with me. I am not sure I could take all three of these guys, even if I was armed.

The Windows. They terrify me. We don't have enough money for blinds, so some Windows are wide open, and I see shadows moving. Is it my imagination? I double check the locks every day. Most are always locked, but sometimes, one of the windows is left unlocked. If they already can get in, what's the use in unlocking the window?

We can't keep living this way. I am going to the cemetery soon, and we are going to just move the hell out of the house as soon as possible. I hope to find a lead on the deaths of Josh and Emma Collins at the cemetery. I forgot what normal life feels like.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The GameState Update 1

I realized the game is hard to really see, with the pieces being glass and all, so I decided to keep progress of the moves here. I assume that my clear pieces are the white ones, but the foggy side went first. This is no traditional game of chess, so I will let that slide. Also, even if clear is supposed to be black, I associate myself with being a good person, and the color white is universally accepted as good.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Third

There is another. I see him out of the corner of my eye. Another man. A big guy, but he keeps vanishing as soon as I actually try to look. Is he their leader? Is he just another one of a group with these people? Is he acting alone? Why won't any of them just talk to me? They hide, they follow, they show up around my house, but they never talk to me. As far as I know, the incident around the stairs is the only time that they were actually inside my house. I searched the entirety of the up-stairs of the place, found no one. Not the Stranger, not these guys, none of them. That big guy has not been inside, as far as my knowledge, but who left the handprint?

Thus begins March, after a leap-day, we're finally in March. Winter "officially" ends in 20 days, so hopefully I won't be cooped up in the house, and I can try to sort out all this nonsense. I am going to go research the brief 5 year history of the house before we moved in next time I get a chance. I am going to go to the library and see if I can find out anything about weird kids and tall Strangers. He reminds me a lot of Randall Flagg, the Walkin' Dude, from Stephen King's "The Stand". I think this is because there is really nothing else I have ever heard of or read about that is remotely similar to this guy. I am going to try to simply walk up to him and ask him what his deal is, the next time I see him. Yep, caution, meet wind.

As an aside, I have noticed that movies have names similar to internet handles I have. "The Darkest Hour" was the name I went on topix on(never going back there, that is where intelligence goes to die), and then "Chronicle", which looks like a brilliant movie, for obvious reasons, reminds me of my little cluster of the internet. Now, I am not screaming "copy-cats" because that would be hilariously stupid of me, but I do find it a neat, albeit a little annoying(due to people thinking I used the movies as inspiration to make my name(The Devil Wears Prada band, I feel your pain)). Maybe there will be a Dry Cell movie in the near future! (Ix DrYCeLL xI being my XBox Live Gamertag)

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Stalkers

These two guys have been following us randomly. We only see them out of the corner of our eyes. We don't know who they are, and we haven't angered anyone recently. They hadn't done anything until last night. The footage of what happened was corrupted, but I am tossing it onto YouTube anyway. I don't know how threatening they are, and I really don't want to find out. We don't like carrying weapons with us, and all we really have are kitchen knives. There are no reports about stalkers or anything on the news, so I don't know what to think.

We are thinking about moving. We can't handle this. We have grown sick of the tall guy. We are sick of the haunted chess board. I think it is just the house, so we are going to try to move somewhere else. We are tight on money, so we will be looking for something small and out of the way. Hopefully we can get out of here by the end of next month.

Sorry I haven't blogged much. We've either been busy or trying to just forget this when things are slow.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

The Break

It seemed as if everything calmed down for me. Those kids were gone, that Stranger was gone, and things felt sane again. Then I checked my memory stick, because I had a fun video of Sammy getting stuck under the sink, and felt it would be nice to bring my channel back to what it should be: the chronicling of my pets, now that Osiris is missing to the point of lost hope, I was hoping that Sammy and Pixi would pick up the slack. Well, every video was missing except one, that I don't even think I shot, it has weird kids chanting in it, and the video quality is corrupted. It's up on YouTube now. I think I am just going to throw away that chessboard and hope that does it.

December was nice. Got too see my great grandmother, and spend some of christmas with family. I got sick on christmas eve, so the actual days weren't all that fun. Not much snow at all, which is nice as well.

Happy New Year everyone, and let's all hope 2012 is better than 2011 was!