Friday, March 16, 2012
A Question
I need to know, is there anyone out there who is really reading this. Who will really support me even though... The oddest things are happening. I just need to know. I need something, someone. I can't do this alone.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Waking Again
I am going to assume you all remember the envelope from last post and, more importantly, the key. Well, I looked everywhere, trying to find out where to put the damn thing and some strange curiosity caused me to look behind the computer. And, sure enough, I find a small box with a lock. I put the key inside and find a paper with weird symbols all over it. Oh, and then.
Nothing. I remember waking up here, with the second key on my chest.
I'm not sure where the paper went, where the old key went, or how the hell this happened, but whoever made this prank is going to have their head shoved so far up their ass they'll have to sit on a hamburger to eat it. I refuse to stay in here and die. I WILL find a way out.
Nothing. I remember waking up here, with the second key on my chest.
I'm not sure where the paper went, where the old key went, or how the hell this happened, but whoever made this prank is going to have their head shoved so far up their ass they'll have to sit on a hamburger to eat it. I refuse to stay in here and die. I WILL find a way out.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Page Seven and Newly Understood Writing
Today was a good day so far because I finally found out Blake's last name. Madison. His name was Blake Madison. I'm unsure if this will be important, but the guy seems to be playing a role in whatever is going on here. On another note, I just got page seven understood. From what I know, it read:
"The men work on the lumber
Although it is a bummer.
They chop and slash
Swing and smash
Until the wood is nothing but pieces on the ground.
The men work for upon end with no break
But they get all the money their could ever take
So while you walk to work in the bleak december
Remember those mens in the woods who yell out TIMBER!"
Odd. Catchy, but odd. I'll check around with the key for a bit longer.
"The men work on the lumber
Although it is a bummer.
They chop and slash
Swing and smash
Until the wood is nothing but pieces on the ground.
The men work for upon end with no break
But they get all the money their could ever take
So while you walk to work in the bleak december
Remember those mens in the woods who yell out TIMBER!"
Odd. Catchy, but odd. I'll check around with the key for a bit longer.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Done
My fingers may feel sore and be barely moving at this point, but I did it. I got the vent cover off and back on. I also found out what was in there. I finally found out.
An envolope.
It was large enough to cover the vent, so it was oddly larger than expected. What's important is what was inside. A flash drive, a ripped piece of paper with "43" written on it, a tape recorder, and a key. Excited, I tried to use the key to get out.
Of course, it didn't work. It fits none of the doors. The piece of paper seems to be useless, but the flash drive is interesting. It has a picture, but its corrupted, I'll see what I can do. The tape recorder... well, let's just say someone commented on my last post. That's what it said. Side B was distorted. As for the key, I'll check for other hidden part of this house and see if I can unlock something else.
An envolope.
It was large enough to cover the vent, so it was oddly larger than expected. What's important is what was inside. A flash drive, a ripped piece of paper with "43" written on it, a tape recorder, and a key. Excited, I tried to use the key to get out.
Of course, it didn't work. It fits none of the doors. The piece of paper seems to be useless, but the flash drive is interesting. It has a picture, but its corrupted, I'll see what I can do. The tape recorder... well, let's just say someone commented on my last post. That's what it said. Side B was distorted. As for the key, I'll check for other hidden part of this house and see if I can unlock something else.
No...Impossible..
Something happened today. Something impossible.
Someone knocked on my door.
I don't no what to think. I don't even know who this is. Real or not? Friend or foe? Human or..... ugh nevermind. Anyway, I found a sort of solution to my vent problem from last post. I've pushed the desk under vent and got up on it. I can reach the vent, but I can't undo the screws unless I use my fingers.
I'm going to start on undoing the screws. Be back in a bit.
Someone knocked on my door.
I don't no what to think. I don't even know who this is. Real or not? Friend or foe? Human or..... ugh nevermind. Anyway, I found a sort of solution to my vent problem from last post. I've pushed the desk under vent and got up on it. I can reach the vent, but I can't undo the screws unless I use my fingers.
I'm going to start on undoing the screws. Be back in a bit.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Page Six and More
First off, I found something of interest today besides whats in the journal. I found the controls the air conditioner, so no more stuffiness. I turned on the AC and walked by the vents to check if air was actually coming out. Thankfully, it was. Well, out of all but one. It was one on the ceiling. At first, I was confused, but then it hit me.
Something was blocking the air. Currently, I can't reach it, so I'll have to find something to prop me up. I'll also need a tool to unscrew the vent from the wall. Honestly, I could care less because now I have an actual lead.
Secondly, I realized that I had nevered truly discribed my appearance to you guys. I feel that it was kinda of rude of me not to do so. So, here's a quick idea of what I look like. I'm about 5ft. 10in. tall and have shaggy, dark brown hair. I'm quite slender and wear a white shirt and some blue jeans. From my perspective, I look about 15 years old and have eyes that look like Leopard skin.
Lastly, I got page six. It reads:
"Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry.
Don't see em' again till the 4th of July."
After googling it, I found that these were the lyrics of a song called Lake of Fire by the Meat Puppets that was remade by Nirvana. It truly stands out for being the least paranoid entry to date.
Something was blocking the air. Currently, I can't reach it, so I'll have to find something to prop me up. I'll also need a tool to unscrew the vent from the wall. Honestly, I could care less because now I have an actual lead.
Secondly, I realized that I had nevered truly discribed my appearance to you guys. I feel that it was kinda of rude of me not to do so. So, here's a quick idea of what I look like. I'm about 5ft. 10in. tall and have shaggy, dark brown hair. I'm quite slender and wear a white shirt and some blue jeans. From my perspective, I look about 15 years old and have eyes that look like Leopard skin.
Lastly, I got page six. It reads:
"Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry.
Don't see em' again till the 4th of July."
After googling it, I found that these were the lyrics of a song called Lake of Fire by the Meat Puppets that was remade by Nirvana. It truly stands out for being the least paranoid entry to date.
Page Four and Five
I must be getting more used to Blake's awful handwriting because I was able to get two pages in today. :D
Page four:
"He gave me 30 days to decide. 30 days without them. I don't know what I'll do.
What will I do?"
The page had drawings of playing cards. Ace, King, Queen, and Jack of hearts to be exact. They all looked to be some creatures of his own design. Like, the Jack was an eye, the Queen was some puppet, the King was some dude in a gas mask, and the Ace was some business man who was never finished. The face wasn't added. Odd, but still not as odd as written binary. Speaking of....
Page Five:
"10111010 10110010 10111101 10101101 10111110 10111100 10111010 11011111 10101011 10110111 10111010 11011111 10111110 10101101 10111100 10110111 10111110 10110001 10111000 10111010 10110011"
Still just jiberish. It sucks having no leads. I might just give up.
Page four:
"He gave me 30 days to decide. 30 days without them. I don't know what I'll do.
What will I do?"
The page had drawings of playing cards. Ace, King, Queen, and Jack of hearts to be exact. They all looked to be some creatures of his own design. Like, the Jack was an eye, the Queen was some puppet, the King was some dude in a gas mask, and the Ace was some business man who was never finished. The face wasn't added. Odd, but still not as odd as written binary. Speaking of....
Page Five:
"10111010 10110010 10111101 10101101 10111110 10111100 10111010 11011111 10101011 10110111 10111010 11011111 10111110 10101101 10111100 10110111 10111110 10110001 10111000 10111010 10110011"
Still just jiberish. It sucks having no leads. I might just give up.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Page Three
I've just gotten page three translated. It was a longer one, but here it is:
"It's watching me. It must be working with that man. It won't go away. Niether of them. The man is breathing again. HE WON'T STOP. STOP MOCKING ME. He's whispering to me. He wants me to do something. To (unreadable text). He says that it'll stop if I do. I need to. I can't live like this.
10110110 11011111 10110010 10101010 10101100 10101011 11010001 11011111 10110111 10111010 11011111 10111011 10111010 10110010 10111110 10110001 10111011 10101100 11011111 10110110 10101011 11010001"
I tried to decode that binary at the end, but it's all just odd symbols. I don't what was taking this kid's mind over. I can only hope that it doesn't do the same to me.
"It's watching me. It must be working with that man. It won't go away. Niether of them. The man is breathing again. HE WON'T STOP. STOP MOCKING ME. He's whispering to me. He wants me to do something. To (unreadable text). He says that it'll stop if I do. I need to. I can't live like this.
10110110 11011111 10110010 10101010 10101100 10101011 11010001 11011111 10110111 10111010 11011111 10111011 10111010 10110010 10111110 10110001 10111011 10101100 11011111 10110110 10101011 11010001"
I tried to decode that binary at the end, but it's all just odd symbols. I don't what was taking this kid's mind over. I can only hope that it doesn't do the same to me.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
I Heard Something
I just thought I heard something from the kitchen. It sounded like some sort of a chuckle. When I went in to check, I found nothing. I think this journal ant the whole computer nonsense is making me hallucinate. It's just, I just wanna know what happened. I don't think I can handle this happening every day.
To any of you reading these posts, please comment or something. I just need to know that there's still society out there I can talk to. Also, if you have any info on this wierd stuff that's been going please inform me. I just want an answer.
Oh look, now there's a door in the middle of what I'd call the living room. I sure am glad I'm not going insane. I'm gonna get some sleep. I really need it.
To any of you reading these posts, please comment or something. I just need to know that there's still society out there I can talk to. Also, if you have any info on this wierd stuff that's been going please inform me. I just want an answer.
Oh look, now there's a door in the middle of what I'd call the living room. I sure am glad I'm not going insane. I'm gonna get some sleep. I really need it.
What the hell...
Last night I smashed the computer against the door. And guess what?
It didn't fucking break. Well, the door didn't. Me, disappointed that I was going to have live my final moments in an undefined time of solace, went to bed. Only to wake up today. Wake up today, and find something in the room that the computer was in.
The same computer. In perfect fucking shape.
I swear I broke this computer, or at least I thought I did. Either I'm going insane or someone is keeping me here for some reason. Some sick bastard is outside here, coming in the night and fixing everything I fuck up. Or.... that sick bastard isn't out there. But, rather, in here.
Okay, I need to get my mind off of this. I need to keep some of sanity if I'm able to get out. Page 2 of the journal. That sounds good. Okay, after about a half hour of trying understand what this page is, I've got something.
"EVERYTHING'S FINE"
Took me half an hour to read that? Silly, huh? No. Because it doesn't say that once. It says it for the whole page. Over and over again, even overlapping in most places. I'm going to take a guess and say that everything was far from fine at the time Blake was writing this, but you didn't need me to tell you that, did you?
I may get back to you guys later. I'm gonna have some delicious frozen chicken nuggets that you heat up in the microwave.
It didn't fucking break. Well, the door didn't. Me, disappointed that I was going to have live my final moments in an undefined time of solace, went to bed. Only to wake up today. Wake up today, and find something in the room that the computer was in.
The same computer. In perfect fucking shape.
I swear I broke this computer, or at least I thought I did. Either I'm going insane or someone is keeping me here for some reason. Some sick bastard is outside here, coming in the night and fixing everything I fuck up. Or.... that sick bastard isn't out there. But, rather, in here.
Okay, I need to get my mind off of this. I need to keep some of sanity if I'm able to get out. Page 2 of the journal. That sounds good. Okay, after about a half hour of trying understand what this page is, I've got something.
"EVERYTHING'S FINE"
Took me half an hour to read that? Silly, huh? No. Because it doesn't say that once. It says it for the whole page. Over and over again, even overlapping in most places. I'm going to take a guess and say that everything was far from fine at the time Blake was writing this, but you didn't need me to tell you that, did you?
I may get back to you guys later. I'm gonna have some delicious frozen chicken nuggets that you heat up in the microwave.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
New Info
Okay, I've got some new info.
1. The book has 34 remaining pages although the cover says 50.
2. I've mostly deciphered the first page. From what I could understand it read:
''Here again...it won't stop coming. I'm in the closet right now. It's outside, waiting. I can hear it breathe. STAY AWAY FROM ME."
There was also a drawing of some sort of a eye. It was extremely realistic. I would've included a picture, but I don't have a camera here. I don't know what this guy was talking about. I suppose he must've been dealing with whatever this thing was before he wrote this. I also don't know if this is the house that Blake was living in. I may be in serious danger. I may try to break out. If you've read this, thank you for just sticking with me for these few days. I'll be using the computer to try and break through.
Good bye. Thank you.
1. The book has 34 remaining pages although the cover says 50.
2. I've mostly deciphered the first page. From what I could understand it read:
''Here again...it won't stop coming. I'm in the closet right now. It's outside, waiting. I can hear it breathe. STAY AWAY FROM ME."
There was also a drawing of some sort of a eye. It was extremely realistic. I would've included a picture, but I don't have a camera here. I don't know what this guy was talking about. I suppose he must've been dealing with whatever this thing was before he wrote this. I also don't know if this is the house that Blake was living in. I may be in serious danger. I may try to break out. If you've read this, thank you for just sticking with me for these few days. I'll be using the computer to try and break through.
Good bye. Thank you.
Odd Find
Last night I checked around the house for anything that I could of overlooked. While I didn't find any secret messages, I did find a secret compartment in the wall that had a mircrowave.
So that's why I was given TV dinners.
Anyway, that's not the odd part. The odd part is that when I woke up this morning, I went to check the compartment again. From my memory, the only thing down there was the microwave, but I honestly couldn't trust my memory, no could I? So I checked and found something I SWEAR wasn't there last night. In fact, this place is just unnerving me all together, but that's not important.
I found, in this hidden space, a notebook. Spiral.
It says it was written by some kid named Blake. I couldn't make out the last name. Anyway, the insides contain all these strange drawings and entries. Sadly, it was obvious whoever wrote this had poor handwriting. I'd check mine, but I have nothing to write with. The only other notable thing about it was that it was pretty beat up.
I'm gonna start trying to read the journal tomorrow. For all I know, I could have been the writer of this book. It may be my only insight into my past. I'll also put it up here, since it seems to be the only way I can tell others. If you're reading this, I appriciate any other ideas for what I should do with this thing.
So that's why I was given TV dinners.
Anyway, that's not the odd part. The odd part is that when I woke up this morning, I went to check the compartment again. From my memory, the only thing down there was the microwave, but I honestly couldn't trust my memory, no could I? So I checked and found something I SWEAR wasn't there last night. In fact, this place is just unnerving me all together, but that's not important.
I found, in this hidden space, a notebook. Spiral.
It says it was written by some kid named Blake. I couldn't make out the last name. Anyway, the insides contain all these strange drawings and entries. Sadly, it was obvious whoever wrote this had poor handwriting. I'd check mine, but I have nothing to write with. The only other notable thing about it was that it was pretty beat up.
I'm gonna start trying to read the journal tomorrow. For all I know, I could have been the writer of this book. It may be my only insight into my past. I'll also put it up here, since it seems to be the only way I can tell others. If you're reading this, I appriciate any other ideas for what I should do with this thing.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Waking
Ugh.. let me try to recollect all that I can..
Yesterday I woke up in this house. Honestly, I have no idea how I got here, where I am, or who I am. In fact, I remember nothing besides yesterday.
Also, yesterday I just opened my eyes like it was the first time I had ever tried to see and was greeted by this damn house. It's mostly empty and there's really not that much. It just has a fridge, TV dinners, a desk, a dishwasher, a toilet, a mirror, a bed, and this computer. When I first tried to use this thing it didn't work, but after a little of screwing around with it, I managed to get online. While I understand that me not trying to escape from the house sounds insane, but let me explain.
I can't.
The doorknobs are on backwards. In other words, I'm locked inside of here. There are no windows and I haven't found anything blunt enough to possible break through the door besides this computer. I'd much rather keep this sole way of connection to society than risk it to just try and break a door open.
I really hope someone sees this, although, I highly dobut anyone will. But, if you do find this, thank you in advance. I'm gonna search around to see if there's anything hidden in here.
Oh, and since I can't remember my real name, just call me Mirage.
Yesterday I woke up in this house. Honestly, I have no idea how I got here, where I am, or who I am. In fact, I remember nothing besides yesterday.
Also, yesterday I just opened my eyes like it was the first time I had ever tried to see and was greeted by this damn house. It's mostly empty and there's really not that much. It just has a fridge, TV dinners, a desk, a dishwasher, a toilet, a mirror, a bed, and this computer. When I first tried to use this thing it didn't work, but after a little of screwing around with it, I managed to get online. While I understand that me not trying to escape from the house sounds insane, but let me explain.
I can't.
The doorknobs are on backwards. In other words, I'm locked inside of here. There are no windows and I haven't found anything blunt enough to possible break through the door besides this computer. I'd much rather keep this sole way of connection to society than risk it to just try and break a door open.
I really hope someone sees this, although, I highly dobut anyone will. But, if you do find this, thank you in advance. I'm gonna search around to see if there's anything hidden in here.
Oh, and since I can't remember my real name, just call me Mirage.
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