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The Absence

It has been a long time since I have posted anything here, or anywhere. We were hoping that everything would be work itself out if we simply ignored it. We just wanted to move on. Obviously, that has not happened, and a lot has actually gone on that I have refrained from posting online because I had figured that posting them would only add fuel to the fire.

I guess, with the most recent events captured by my camera, that the only way to get things resolved is to be proactive about the situation. So, the videos will resume, and I will release footage of events that occurred between December 2012 and April of 2013. I wasn't able to keep everything under wraps, as I was taunted online, then assaulted by some crazy guy near the end of January(the 20th), so there was that. I am unsure if I should release that footage at this time, or if I should throw it away like I did with the school park video file from a couple years ago.

I will be posting an update soon, explaining our current situation, and I guess, our whereabouts.

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.

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.

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.