Can't Escape the Truth

I had to come back here. I tried to stay away. I tried to avoid this return at all costs, but whatever is keeping me here wants me to keep posting. I'm not even sure why! I was warned NOT to post here only for them to want me to come here and waste my time again. Let me try and explain the kind of things that would happen.

Whenever I open ANY browser I got the blog page. I changed my homepage and this still happened. I would be in the middle of browsing on a site and the screen would turn black and say "the journal..." and then back to regular browsing. I tried to screencap it, but to no avail.

Oh, and I would always wake up seeing that damn journal, fucking there. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of this house, sick of this journal, sick of this fucking blog! But if it's this or madness, I'll take this. Although, I can't imagine madness being too much worse. Now for page eight.

"Feelin' fine."

Well.... page ten, then.

"Is there anybody out there?
  Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home?
 Come on. Now. I hear you're feeling down. I can ease your pain. Get you on you feet again."

Through some research I found that those are another set of song lyrics. Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd to be exact.

So there you go Blake. I hope you're happy.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.