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.

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.

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.

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)