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.