Saturday, August 21, 2010


first off:
Fuck you. Just FUCK YOU. Listen joker, I don't have the slightest bit of time for people who try and use scare tactics against me. I don't want to see your fucking doctor picture and I sure as hell won't be going to your fucking blog. Playing off an already scared girls legitimate phobia is just fucking sick. I don't expect to see you posting here again.

God. Fuck that picture. Anyway, on with the show.

I just now remembered to look at the comments section of the post before this one. I'm sorry to say I missed Zeke. I've trying to stay away from the others but this is getting out of control. I guess I'll do some snooping around, reading what I can. I'm just.... I'm done. I'm not staying in the dark about this.

But gods I'm scared. And I still don't know if I should pick up that camera or not. But I suppose I'll show you the pictures, tomorrow perhaps.

A darkened rainbow
A featureless face
A change in flow
A change in pace

Let's see what we might unfold
Of a tale yet untold

Thursday, August 19, 2010

jet lag

Video's that freeze and stop working. Static. Pictures won't scan. HE'S watching too.

I spoke, My mother, she listened. I had to go "visit" my aunt for two months.

I was hoping.... Maybe it would be a good thing. Maybe if I went far enough away he couldn't follow. The only time I felt safe was in the air. Too high up, nowhere for him to hide.

Fuck. I live in Washington, I traveled to fucking North Carolina and he was there that first night. The trees. A line of trees just outside the property line a full forest. I saw him there from my window every night. Sometimes he didn't even bother to stay in the trees.

What does he want? Why does he want me?

I can't help but feel like he want's me to do something. I just try to stay away I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see.

But he wouldn't let me burn them. He wants me to see them and him.
I want to bring the camera out. I want to get the proof. The real proof. Not the pictures and drawings and scribbles stashed away in my drawer.

But when I pick up the camera it doesn't feel right.

Sunday, June 20, 2010


Hey. I know it's been awhile. I'm making something for you right now. I guess even when you've seen your death you have to study for finals. It was funny, for awhile there after the breakdown, I forgot everything, I mean it was there, in the back of my mind, but I didn't think about it. I concentrated on studying and even the nightmares stopped. For awhile.

I suppose he doesn't like being forgotten, as soon as he had a chance he was back. Everything I learned, the things I shouldn't have forgotten, they came back. I had to face the facts: I'm either crazy or I'm going to die. Neither of those sounds like a great thing but I have no choice, right?

I won't make the mistake of telling anyone near to me again. They forget or disappear. I suppose that doesn't bode well for you, but you've been watching this whole time. It's too late anyhow.

I'm making a video for you, there are too many pictures to just post.

And hey, new picture. Someone please tell me this one's safe. I haven't seen anything in it yet.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

God. Ii don't rememmber that poem.......I have things i Need to tell you but I'm shaking too much type right now..

Monday, May 31, 2010


The dreams
The dreams
They haunt me
it is HE

Like a plague upon the land
A sickness in my soul
And no doctor's hand
could ever make me whole

I see
I see
I see HIM
I know
I know
My brother's Grim

The sickness HE imparts
A plague waiting to be spread
It'll creep into your hearts
The doctor for the dead

You'll see
You'll see
Your future fate
You know
You know
I'm just bait

Yet you come to see this
Help spread the horrid plague
Just how can you miss
It isn't quite so vague

Oh help
Oh help
Don't leave me
I beg
I beg
Please don't flee

Thursday, May 27, 2010


I see him. In the corner. I think I've known all along he was there. I'll just change it again soon in the hopes that he goes away. Please let him leave.

I stayed home today. My arms, well I can't say a cat did it this time.

I took a nap and had a dream, though I'm beginning to wonder if they are really dreams.

I don't know if you can see them well. They are scratches. They didn't break the skin, but raised up and were very, very red. They still hurt.

I need to know more, it's scaring me. Do you believe watching those videos will help? Will researching this help? I need help, and you guys seem to know how to help. Why didn't I listen, gods why didn't I listen? Gods I hope I'm not insane.

I'm going to try some poetry. I don't know if It'll work, I don't know if there will be a message. I don't plan to check. I do not feel well.

Search The Trees
Search The Sky
Oblivious or obvious?
A simple little trick?
Do they truly mean anything?
Would you like a hint?

Done. I don't know if this will help, it's my hope they will. Should I continue with these poems? I just don't know.

I'm lost.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


Changed picture. Don't feel any better