Erase the Light

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time

Thu, 28 Jul 2011 02:36:53 -0400

time, gentlemen?

time?

time exists not where they used to be

time is a variable

not

constant

time?

no.

iamawake

Mon, 18 Jul 2011 15:03:46 -0400

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After recent events...

Fri, 01 Jul 2011 14:04:21 -0400

After recent events, I have decided to suspend this blog. I’m moving it over to my Youtube channel full time. This blog has been nothing but trouble, so I figure that if I were to only make videos, that’s just one less spot to update. I need as much time as I can right now, and I’d like to dedicate it to video updates. This won’t be updated for a while.

Some shit has happened. Video will be up in a few days.

Serious shit.

Hi. This is Cindy making this post. He left it open. I think he was going to make a post, but...

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 23:03:00 -0400

Hi. This is Cindy making this post. He left it open. I think he was going to make a post, but I’ll do it for him.

I don’t know what he has said here recently, but if you hear it from me, he’s a paranoid freak right now. Constantly checking windows and sitting in his room. I want to get rid of him soon, because he’s becoming a liability but I feel sorry for him. He wouldn’t have anywhere else to go.

We have heard… noises… coming from the woods at night. We don’t k

EDIT: Thanks for that, Cindy. Isn’t she good with words? Yeah, I have been a paranoid wreck. Freak works too. I’m just trying to clear my head and think things through a bit. But I’m being extra careful with personal security. I’m obviously fucking something up if my surveillance isn’t working and people can just walk right into any fucking house I’m in.

The noises? Don’t you mean screams? Of agony? Something bestial. I’m ruling out a normal animal. Fuck. If it’s a normal animal at this point, I’m going to be honestly surprised.

I haven’t left the house in 6 days. Tomorrow will be a milestone! Let’s hope for rain so I have an excuse to stay indoors.

Update!

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 22:07:07 -0400

Nothing too notable has happened. Just a random power outage one day. I checked the whole house during it and couldn’t find anything. I have this weird feeling.

The feeling is the kind of feeling where you think in your head: “Is this place actually safe?”

I want my house back.

Anyways, I haven’t noticed anything too worth mentioning, but that’s all dandy.

I’ll see you in good time.

Hopefully it won’t be for a while.

My Current Situation

Wed, 08 Jun 2011 10:40:48 -0400

I know I haven’t posted in the past few days, and things have been quiet. I have been getting… nervous. About even continuing this. I mean, it started as a dream blog, now what is it? A documentation of my life? Or just of this chapter in my life? What will this accomplish?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. This isn’t helping my case, it’s more hindering than anything. Is this really worth keeping up that could possibly kill me just so people on the internet can read about it, and watch me get attacked?
I’m sorry. Like I said, I’m just getting nervous because nothing has happened. Silence used to be comforting, but now it feels that it’s just waiting for something to happen.
It’s almost like all of this is kind of exciting. I’m always anticipating something to happen. It’s fucking terrifying, don’t get me wrong, but it’s like I want the next thing to happen just so it can end.
At least I’m not being directly attacked by something now, but it’s just a mental game. They’re fucking with me, and I know it.
*sigh*
Things change so very quickly.

. .-. .- ... .

Sat, 04 Jun 2011 11:09:15 -0400

We are getting sick of dealing with you.

We are getting sick of having to baby you around every situation.

We have to resort to different matters. Different principles. Learn your lesson.

See you soon.

Meeting with Kyle

Thu, 26 May 2011 23:31:01 -0400

Kyle wasn’t really comfortable with me recording him, which is understandable. So here’s a transcript from memory:

Me: So why did you move away?

Kyle: Eh. I didn’t really like the area that much. I had been wanting to move somewhere else for a bit, any ways. My bags were already packed so…

Me: What do you mean that you didn’t “like the area?”

Kyle: I was scared by those stories they told. I wasn’t comfortable being part of the “test group” that got to see if any of those things were true by living there.

Me: I got you, I understand. Do you remember maybe a tall man, dark suit?

Kyle: A what?

Me: Just a tall guy, in a black suit with a black tie? It was drawn a lot in this journal I found. I think this is yours from when you were a kid.

Kyle: I don’t remember this at all.

Me: Really?

Kyle: Yeah. Nothing at all.

Me: Not even any of these pages? (*I flipped to some random pages)

Kyle: It doesn’t ring a bell.

Me: Alright. I think Cind is getting home soon.

Kyle: Cool.

Me: It was nice having this discussion. With the amount of shit going on, some clarity helps a lot.

Kyle: What kind of shit?

Me: Nothing special. Just… stress.

Kyle: Hm. Okay.

At this point, Cindy came home and we went out for lunch.

I sort of panicked when he asked me what kind of shit I was dealing with. I didn’t want to spook him by saying: “Oh. I’ve been attacked by a guy in a mask, forcing me to move here where I hear noises all the time in the night and can’t feel safe in an enclosed fucking space.”

I don’t think that would go over too well.

Either way, he looked uncomfortable the whole time we were in the house.

A good, quiet day now. I’ll run a counter for consecutive good days. This is 4, I think.

Clearing Some Things Up

Wed, 25 May 2011 15:40:06 -0400

I think the video is pretty self explanatory. I was thinking about just making a post telling the same things, but it was a nice day out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj4_REbBtZA

Anonymous Asked:

Tue, 17 May 2011 16:55:00 -0400

What is on the page adjacent to the page after the page that was ripped out?

For about, 50 pages after the page that was ripped out (except for Kyle’s “WHERE IS MY FAMILY?”), it’s all blank. But, since you asked, here’s a blank journal page:I don’t want any photoshopped images now, tricking people into thinking some shit was in the journal that isn’t.

The Journal

Sun, 15 May 2011 00:00:00 -0400

Here’s a few interesting excerpts from the journal.

Where the page was ripped out:

An interesting thought by our friend Kyle:

No safe place? I hear ya:

Something interesting. Is this supposed to be one of them masked guys?:

Water damage begins here (hard to see) and continues across the rest of the blank pages:

So yeah. Sorry about being slow on this one, but here you go. My meeting with Kyle is next Thursday.

Sorry for the silence

Mon, 09 May 2011 23:07:41 -0400

I have been trying to get some shit together since what happened about a week ago. I have considered moving locations, but I don’t know what good that will do me. I want to go back home. Maybe someday.

I have arranged to meet with Kyle this Thursday. I’ll record and upload it regardless. Before that, the journal video should be up. I need to get to watching the DVD contents again, to decide if I really want to upload it.

I again apologize for the long period of silence, but I am working on getting my life back together. Things have been quiet, save for a few bumps in the night. “It’s just the house settling.” Cindy tells me as she grabs the baseball bat from my white knuckles. I’m not letting anything else happen to me.

I won’t let anything happen to those around me.

I won’t let anything more happen.

Welcome Home

Sun, 01 May 2011 23:45:47 -0400

This is what I returned home to.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7CXTq9Swl0

There’s alarms covering all entrances. I have no idea how Greenie got in. Cindy got home about an hour later. She’s safe and there appears to be no obvious entrance, nobody still in the house and nothing important taken.

Who the hell am I?

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 01:37:27 -0400

I feel like the girl at the start of a horror movie who you know nothing about but you just know they’re going to fuck up and die.

So, before I fuck up and die I figure that you should know a little bit about myself. Sort of.

I’m not revealing too personal of stuff, because that asshole “savior” guy is obviously reading this. I’ve already tackled him once, I don’t want to have to get even more physical.

Okay, a bat is fine too.

Regardless, I think that after I upload these next couple of things, I’m going to go back to work. I’m going to restore normality, even if I have to force it. The contents of the shit is disturbing, unnerving and a little messed up but I’ll put it all behind me.

It’s like the end of a storm. It’s really bad, but it slowly gets better.

Fuck.

I’m still not getting my newspaper.

The Insomnia Strikes Back

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 02:22:21 -0400

Excuse typos. I haven’t hit my second wind yet.

After the events of Saturday, I slept fine for some reason. Yet, I cannot sleep tonight.

I need some assistance in all of this. Possibly someone to give me a recommendation. Some course of action to take. Clearly, I’m a dumbass and shouldn’t make my own decisions. I’ll take some input, don’t be afraid to ask, or tell.

I’ll get the journal done. I’m reading through it to see if there are any changes. The DVD’s contents are… interesting. I’ll upload them later.

After reading this journal, I need to give Kyle a call. I’ll do it whenever I can. I’ll record it so we can archive it in case something happens.

That’s all for now.

Also, you may be asking, why did I not just walk towards houses and the residential area? I felt.. drawn to the forest. Like it was familiar. Like I knew where to go.

Why did I react to fucking teleporting so well? I didn’t. After.. whatever that was, happened I was winded, my throat was dry, my lips were dry and I was very nauseous. It was unpleasent and I only talked to myself to stay sane and think out loud.

I’m 100% staying inside for a while now. I also need to talk to my friend who set this up for me. Maybe he can help.

Okay, so that’s all for now.

I found the field

Sun, 24 Apr 2011 11:20:00 -0400

Yeah, this is late compared to when the video went up. I passed out about an hour before the video would be done uploading.

So, I was out yesterday trying to find this field and found one by a public school that looked exactly what the field from my dreams looked like. It is all one straight record. Also, I hate Saturdays. I don’t think I’ll be going out for a while. I’ll get the journal and DVD done soon.

The video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsMvkzL3qsM

Enjoy.

EDIT: And yes, I have no idea what happened after they ran away. I turned the camera towards the woods and the next thing I remember, I was walking home. I don’t remember what happened after, I’m not sure if I want to.

Cabin Fever

Sat, 23 Apr 2011 11:52:24 -0400

I have cabin fever. Ever since I was attacked by my own stupidity, I have stayed indoors. I need to get outside. Something has been bothering me. That fucking field from my dream and that dude’s video. I know it exists, I know it’s real. I don’t know the area with all of the trees though. I need to figure this out.

I’m going out today to find that field. If I find it, that’s just one more thing off of my checklist. I also plan to upload some pictures of the journal, give her brother, Kyle, a call and check out the CD. I’ll do the other things later, because I’m sick of the indoors.

Let’s hope all goes well today. It’s a Saturday, one week after I was attacked. Let’s see if that fucker doesn’t operate on a schedule.

My Welcoming Present:

Sat, 16 Apr 2011 23:48:05 -0400

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHmpfMGvUmo

So yeah. That’s… just… great.

I woke up in a field, not the field from my dreams but just a random field. I walked back home and found a box on my doorstep. Here’s the box:

The tape looks orange, but it’s red.

This camera:

The inside (sans camera. my phone is dead)

The note. Somebody else decipher this. I already have a headache.

The journal that was taken from me. What a nice guy.

A blank disc. I haven’t checked it out yet.

Next time, I am not listening to crazy people on the internet. Lesson learned, I can’t remember shit.

Great.

Sat, 16 Apr 2011 20:12:48 -0400

Great.

Well it looks like I’m going to have to go out of the house tonight. That’s fine. I’ll be safe, I’ll be careful.

Don’t worry. I have this one.