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.

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.

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.

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.

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.