hello?

Is anyone out there? please...oh god please don't leave me alone...I don't want to be alone, I don't want to die I don't want to die.

I'm worried.

H and Ariadne have vanished. I don't know if they're alright, if they're dead, or...or whatever.

Does anybody know what happened to them? Please, H is...pretty much my only friend in all this. God I hope they're alright.

Migraines, playgrounds, and sandwiches.

Ugh, standing around all day doesn't do much for my migraines. I've got an income though, and that's really all that matters.

I've been feeling better and better though. Less paranoid, less stressed, I've even stopped hearing whispers outside my window. That can mean one of two things. Either they've decided to go away, or they're gearing up for some serious shit. Nothing out of the ordinary has been happening, but I'm keeping my eyes open. Still have that pistol ready, and now have a license to carry a concealed weapon. My dad'd still kill me if I fired it without having a damn good reason, but I don't feel as vulnerable when I leave my house anymore.

I'm still toying around with the Tetrodotoxin, but I'm starting to think its a false end. Its at most a way to get out of immediate danger, but it seems to get 'It' pissed off that you're able to hide from 'It'. Emergency only, I'd wager. Then there's also the whole 'Its a deadly poison that if you don't measure it carefully it could kill you so quit playing with it you dumbass'.

Still jumping a bit whenever I see someone in a business suit though.

Got a job!

Sorry for the delay, I've been having to deal with schoolwork and whatnot. Good news though, I finally  g̵̶̀͘ot a jo̢̧̡b. I'm a 'sandwich artist' at a sub place n̸̸҉earby my house. Evé̷͡n has a nice view of a sm҉̷͢͞͞all park, complete wi̷҉̶̶̛th playground. Always͘̕͟͏̷  enjoyed watching kids͘̕͟͏̷  play, brings back lots of good memories. I remember comi̷҉̶̶̛ng up with all sorts of epic stories and tales of betrayal that me and my frien̸̸҉d Jonathan would play out in our minds tog̡͜͏̢͢ether. We were 'Best friends forever' before that bitch Barbie ever took that slogan. Wish I knew where he was now.

Are these things still c͟o͏̶̶͡͝r̛̕͝r̶͢͜͠u̧͝p̵̡̛t̕̕͢͞e͜҉d̀͟͞͡͠?

Seriously?  Ĩ̙̺͖̍̊ͤ̆ͨ  have no clue what the fuck. I̡̨͈͎͕̺͍̦̝̎̏͂͋̇ͯͧ̈́͡  don't even see any c̢̀͡o̴r̸̸̡̛ŗ̴̨̧̀u̷͢͝҉͞p̷̡̀͡t҉̧i̷̧͡҉ơ͜͠n̸͟͝҉̶. It started when  I̢̋ͥ͛ͧ҉͙̻̝̳̙͓͚̝  got s̵͟͞͝i͢͢͡c̵͢͞k̢͠͏̀͜, but since nobody said anything  I͈̺̮͉̫̬̘̰͓ͧ̈̆̾  thought it'd gone away. Has it been there all this time? How c̨̛͟͢o͝҉͞͏ŗ͡r̛u̢̢҉p͏t͞e̷̛ḑ is it? has it changed at all?

Its kind of unnerving, knowing there's s̴̸̶̀͠o҉͟͟m̴͝e̵̶̡͝t̀҉̸͠͝h̸̡̕͜i̶̡̛͢͜n̡͘͟ǵ̛ in your messages that you can't even see. Could it be that Ì̛́'̛̀́͢m̷̧̕͜͞  the one that's c̢͢͝o̵̴̷͞r̷̸̕͡҉r͠͠ư̢͝p͏̧͘͠͠t͘̕͟è͢͠d̢̀?




L̛͠í̶k̷̡҉̵è҉͡ ̵͘͞a̡ ̶̷d̶̴́͟͏i̴͞ś͟e̢̛a̢̧s̵̢͟ę́͟ ̧́͞͏ḩ̴̛̀̀e̢̛ ̧̧̛̕͝ć̴̨̕o͢͝r҉̴̵͞͡ŕ͘u̢̕p͟҉̸͞t̴̵́͢͢ś ̵̸̡͝͞a̴̧̡ļ͘͟ļ̛͝͞ ̢́h̕͢͢͡͡e̷̢̧̕ ̵̷̡͜͡t̶̴̕͢o̕u҉̢́͝c̷͞͞h͏͘e̴ş̷̡̛
H͝҉̢ȩ̴̧͘͜ ͡͠į̷҉̴s̴̕͞͡ ̡̛͘̕͞t̷͘h̨̢͟͠è͠͡ ҉̀d̶̨͢͡͡a̡̢r̨̀͢͏͜k͡͝n̵̷̢͜e̕̕s̕͟͜͝s̷͟͞ ͟͜͝ơf̴̛̛ ̵͝t̕͏h́͢ȩ͟͝ ͏̛́͝m̶͢͠͞i̴̡n̸̡͢͝͠d̡̡̛͠.̶̴͢͟
t͏҉̕h̡́͢҉e̷̕ ̵̢͜͠c̴҉̵o̷̸̵͘r̀҉̷͜͡r̡̧̕ú͜͠͞p̸̕t̕͟į́͜͟͞o͠͏n҉̷͠ ̀͜͠i̕͏s̀͘͡ ́͝s̷̛͠p̧̡͢r̡͠͡ȩ̢́͝a̶͡͞ḑ͜͞í̶̕͢͏n̵̵҉҉͞g̀͡.̷̡̀̕҉ ̴͠é͘͟͢͠ń̸̷̷͜j̛͠͠͝o̴̷͟͡͠y̛͟ ̀͏t̵͘h̶̢̧̢̕i̢̕҉̷̨s̕͏͟͝ ̡́͝o̶̧̕͝ǹ̵̴̨̕e̵̕̕͢͢ ҉w̧͠h̀͜ì҉̴̨͟l̕͏҉͜e̶̕ ̡͘͟͠h̵̵̨͘̕e̵͠ ̢͡͝͡l͘͞a̴͏̡s̸͏ţ͡͡͡s̛͢͡.̛̀͜͞

Hate the economy

O͡f̵ ͞c͘ou҉rs͘e th̶e̵r̛e a̶ŗe n̸o j̶o̶b͜ş to͜ be h̨a̢d͏! Wonde̛r҉f̕u͝l!̕ ͢j҉us͜t ́b͏lo͝o҉d҉y͜ gòd͢da͡m̛n̴e͏d͞ ҉w̸on͠d͢e͠rfuĺ.̨ ̶ B͝een ͜h͜avi͟n͟g̀ fu͠n̸ ͢play͏i̴nǵ S̀ky̷r͞im͞ again̷. ́If͟ ̢n͠o̵t̵h̢in͏g ̨el͘s̷e̛ ̨its͏ ̛a go͡od̴ esca̷pe͡ ̛fro͜m a̵ll͞ ̸th̴i͠s ͘cra̛p.͠ I ͝wish ̀I ̡kn̢e͏w ͏w̸hat̷ ̧el̕se͞ t̷o ҉s̨ay̕, mo̕st̷l͟y ̵just͝ ͝sayi͡ng̶ ͟'̶H̨éý, I̸'m no̵t ͏dead̡ ye͢t.'̕ ҉I̛'͞m҉ ̷tr̕yi̕n͠g t͠o ͞fígur̴e out h̵o͡w̴ I͏ ̨c̵a͜n ̢h́e͜ĺp Àr͘i̕a҉dn͞e.̛ ͡No͡t d̕oi͏n̛g͢ ̡a ̨go҉o̸d҉ job͟ ́o̴f̧ ̧it.͟

Trying to get a job.

Huz̡z͢a͡h for͡ t̵h̡e ͡Am̸er͜ica̵n̢ ́E̡conomy͜!
Gòn̸ńa ͡t̶ry̶ ̵and g͠e҉t̨ ̛a ͠jo͏b s̡o I̸ c̶an͝ ͞hel̴p̷ my̴ f͠àmil͟y͜ ͝o̷ut͏.͠ L̢oơks ͟l͟i̡k̕e I'̕m ͟g̨o̷i͡ng̵ t̢o ͡ha͘v͜e ̴t̴ǫ g͘o ҉r̢e͠t҉àil ̴t̕h̵ơu̶g̢h. Į'm̸ ͝ņot sur҉e͏ ̧whic͟h fąte i͠s w͞orse.

̀Dea̧l̕ín͟g҉ ̛w͢ith̸ ̶th͜e̛ gȩner̕a͢l̡ ̧pu͠bl̀i̶c in ̢r̸eta͝il̷, or ̵being ̴t̷ơrǹ ap̀ar̷t̀ ͝b͏y̡ wh̷at͢ev͘e̵r͟ t͏h͘is is.͡

At͠ ͠l͘e̵a͝s̢t whe̵n̡ I'm͞ in͟ p͘u͟bli͢c ͏I'm gen͞er̵al̷ly͠ lef̴t͡ ̶a̸ĺone, i͏t̶ see̴ms̸.̛ Tha͠t̀'͞d̶ be jus̛t̕ ͘w̴h̸àt͞ Į nee̴d. ̀N̵o͠t ̛o͜n̸l͢y wou͞ĺd ҉I͠ gét҉ ̧f̢i̢red, I'҉d p̀roba̧b̢l͠y look͘ l̛ik͟e̡ ́I wa̡s͝ nuts͟.

I̴'ve͘ be͞e̶n p̡ract̨i͏cin̵g ̸e̡n͟vi̢s͟ion͢in͢g̸ ̛som͘etḩińg͞ i҉n m̢y m̡in̛d̕, I ̡fi̵g̕ure̵ tha̸ţ i̢f ̴I ̸m҉a̕n͡a̧g̵é ͞t̴o̕ ̕g̸e͜t͏ use̶d͟ to ͏i̴t͞, ͝ma̢yb͡e͢ ͝I͠ ͡ca̷n ̛ac͠t͜ưa̴l̶ĺy ̷defe͞nd ́mys҉elf̵ ̸w҉i̧th͞ ̷t͠h̢e s͝a͡me͜ ̸e̡n͢e͞r͟gy҉ ͡I͟ su͟s̨p̵ect̨ ̵ I͏͏̵҉ţ͢  feèd̴s͏ of͝f̀ ͢o͝f.

Wish ͏m҉e luck!͜

Al͞l͝ȩr͠g̢i̢es sưck

Ug͏h̢.̕ ͟I̸ go̷t h̷i͏t ̷*h͠a̵r̷d*͞ ͞wit͡h ̸th͏ȩ àl̸ler̕gy̡ log. I hate ̨G̀e͡o͝r̛g͡i̶a̕ a͢nd ̨ìt̨s̸ p͞oĺlen ço̢u͞n̶t o̵f s͞ev̴enty ́b͏ill͜ion.̷

̨Í'm͝ ̀fe͞el̡ing̶ ͏be͏t͜t̴e̴r͜ ͞th͏o̴ưgh͘, ͜final̶l̢y.

͘I ̕l̛u͝c̷ked҉ o͟u̵t̢,͡ ap͝p͏are͞ntlý ͡m̸y̶ g̢randf͏at̴her̨ ͞l̢e̕f̛t͞ m̛y͘ fam̸ily ̡an͘ ͘ol̕d M͟1911 ̷.45 ̀ànḑ I̶'ve͏ ̸been̨ ̴g̸e̷tt̨i͜ng f̷amiliar͡ wi͝t͞h ̷i̢t. T̶h́e d͘o͢w͞n̢síde͝ is̛ t͢h̶a̛t ͘my ͜D̷ad҉ is ̨g͘o̵i̷n͡ģ ̴to̶ ͝p̡re̛tty̕ much eńd͘ m͡e if ̴I en̷d͝ ̡u̵p h͟av͢ing̛ ҉to ͘f͡ir̨e ͢a͏t some̷t̢hi̵n҉g s̡h̨or̸t ̢of an axe ͝m҉ur͟d҉e̴re̷r c̢om̢in̡g̢ a͞ţ ͏me. ҉And͢ I͡ d͝ơn'͘t̴ ͞thin͜k͞ '̢ra͟n͞dom ̨d͢ickh͠oļe ́ẃit̛h a ̕f͟ręa͟k͡y̨ ̀m̸a͡sk'̀ ̴is g͝oing ͟to c͞u͘t̡ i͘t҉.

I͢s ̵any̨b̧ody̛ ͏e̸ve͏n réa̕d͘i̶ng͘ ̸tḩis? I ҉fęe͝l l̸̶̛͠o͏̵̡͡͝n͏̷ȩ͏͏l͟͡y̵̡̛͏.̴̢͟͢.̢́́͟.̴̢̨̢̛

They found my doctor

Th̶ey̸ ͘fo̡un͟d͏ my d͏octor in̡ h̷i̛s ̧hous̴e̢,́ ̨t͟ied ͜u͝p҉ a͠nd ́u̸n̵co͘ns͟cious̀.̵ ͘H̷e cląìm̕e̡d t̵o h̵ave no͠ ҉m͡em̴óŗy͟ of́ g̢iv҉i̷ng͞ m̶e̶ ͟àn̕y͟ different͡ ҉m̨e̢díc̵a̧tion͡,̕ an͞d͘ ͜he̕'s̀ p̶ut̛ ̴m͝e ̢b̴acḱ ̵on my̸ ͘old҉ mȩdi̛c͡a͠t̕io̶n. No̧ ͏l̛u̢c̛k o͟n fi҉nd̶i̛ng̛ his ̴c̸op҉y͜, ̷o͟r̢ ҉d͠o҉pp͢el͟gan̸gér̨. T̸h͠r̢e̕w̷ ͡t͡h̛è ̸nurse͏s i̧n̸t͜o̢ a t͢i̷zz̷y̴, ̸th͏at́'͏s̵ fo̸r͡ sure̕.͠ Go̴ing͢ ͘o̷n̷ and͠ ̶on ̶ab̕ǫut̕ ̛h̴ow ̵te͢rri͏fýin̨g ̕it҉ is I͘f͜͠ ̵̡ơ͞ǹ̴͜l̨̀y t͢͡ḩeý ͝kǹ̛e͟w.

.͏ I'҉m starti̧ǹg ͠to͏ rec͡ov͏e͟r aga͘in, ͟bu͡t ͜I ̵ca̵n'҉t ̢help҉ b̸u̴t̕ f͘eel ̕a̵s ͘tho͠ugh its҉...cha̷nge͏d̶ ͞so̵ḿe͝t͏hing i̕n m̛e.͘ I'm̢ n͜o̷t͜ sure ̧how e̵lse t̕o ̀pu̸t̴ ̢it.


Stella l͢óo̵ks ͘less͡ ͘w͠or͠rie͡d in my͟ d̛re̛am̡s̕.̵ ̵Í r̛em͝e͟mb̢ér h̛avin҉g ̢dre͏a͘ms ̀w͜h҉ere m̡y d͟ead͡ ̶gr̕an̷dmòt̢he͡r ̕w̵o̸uld be͘ ̀th̀ere͏.҉ She tol̢d ̷me͏ ҉th͏at͏ d͢ręa͜ms̛ ͟a҉r͝e how the͡ d̢ead ̴c̶o̶m̴e ́to ͟vis̷it͏ ͟th̡e͝ ̀liv̕i͠n̸g̶ ͟I ҉do͏n't k͞nơw͠ i̵f it ͟w͟a̧s̷ j̵u̶s͏t̸ ̶t̴he g͠r̶ie̸v̴e̕ s͠tr̨ićke̵n͠ ͠mind ̡òf a ͘y͢oun̡g kid ̴try͜i̷n͟g̕ t͢o ͡c͏op̶e͟ with o͞n͝ȩ o͞f ͝h͏is̡ c̷l̡o҉şés͏t͡ ̨fa̵m̧i͠ly ͞memb͘er͝s ̵dyin̕g͞,̧ ̵or͢ it͏ h͝as s̕ome weight̀ t̴o i̢t͝.̡ ͘I ju̶st͘ wish ̀s̢he҉'d ͝sa̛y s̢om̶e͠t̕hi̸ng̕ ̶i̡ns̡tea̵d ̸o̷f ̷jus͘t͡ ͘l̴o̵òk͜i͡n̸g aţ ͞me͡,̷ ̧n͠eve͜r̵ ҉taking ̢ḩer͜ ey̨e͝s ̶o҉f̴f ͟me͝.̵ No ma̴tte̕r͞ ͢w͜h͠at͠ h͠àp̢p̛eǹs ̕ar͞ound̶ ͜m͏e.
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I̶ mi͢ss Mema..s̛he aĺwa͠ys͝ ͠had ̡t̶he a̶n͏s̢wer tó everyth͝įng̡.̧

f̶u̷ck͠i̷n̴g̕ h̢ell

F̷eel̸ing ͘better. I k̴e͝e̴p̢ ̕s̛eein͏g̷ Stella,͡ s̛he l̷ooks ̷wo̴rr͠i̡e͟d.҉ ͘I've͢ ̀sto̧p҉p̴ed͠ m̧y͞ medi̛c̕a͠tion̛ ̸an̷d ev̨ęry̛t̛hi͜ng ̛sȩe͡m̨s ̕t͝o ͢be͜ g̡et́tin҉g be͞tter ͡a̢síde f͞ro͜m m̡y ͞mig̴r͏ai͏nes̢, ̷wh̨i̕c͟h̀ ́h̀a͘ve͞ sơrt́ of̶ ̢d͝o͢u͞bled́ in ͜in̸t͢e̵n͜si̷t҉y.͟ ͜
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͜I ̡t̷h̴re͝w ͟u̵p̷ a͞ fęw͝ mi͡nuţes ag͘o, a̕nd ̴i͏t̛ was a͞ll͠ ̀black̛ go̵o. ̡M͟uch ͢l͘i͜k̡e w͝ha͟t V́i̷vi͜ a̢nd ͟C͢h͝e̵sţe͠r ̀d̵escr̢ibed.͡ Looks͝ almo͜st ̵li͞ke͢ ̨I ̵f̴r͝enc̵hed̀ a͢n͜ ̵asp̢ḩal͟t ̀lay͢e͠r͢.͟
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I̛ ̛fee̴l hor̸rib̡le, ̧b҉ut͝ ̕a̡t l͝east I'̨v͝e̢ b͜e̢e̸n ̶c͜onsciou̢s ͝for͞ more͢ ̷t̢h͏an͝ t͟ḩree ҉h̕ou͡rs͠, ̴Ì ͝don͞'͟t͢ t̛hi̸nk̕ I'm͠ p͞a͜ssi̕n͠g o͟u͜t̴ ̵a҉gaíǹ a͘ņy͞ti̢m͟e s͢o̢on҉.

T̵hank ̕yo̡u͟ both, Ha͏rry ͢and ̛Ari̸ad͝ne.̸

G͠od͘ ͝m̧y͜ hea̛d̀ ̨h̢u̵rt̸ś.͘


Keep getţing d͜izzy̡ too͘.̛ ̴I͢ d҉o͟n'̴t ͘kno͘ẁ i̢f̨ ҉I͘'͝m͏ ̴o͠v͜ęr͟ th̕i͜s ̧o҉r͜ n͏̵͢o̴̸̢͠͏ţ͏̨͟͡

Ḫ̢̣͇͚̻̭̦̯̙̰̺ͮͫͬ̉̀ͭ̋̾̍͘͟E͗̇ͥ͛ͫͩ̒͋̕҉̱̜̗̝̳͎̭̙̳̲́̕͜L̨̐͒ͭ̓͋̏ͨͧ́ͯ͆͑ͤ̈́̏̈́̄͗̈́͜͠͏̰̪̗͉͇͙͓͠P̡̒͒ͪ̈ͪ̓̉͊̇̐̉ͩͨ̐ͫ̚͡͏̩͖̘͓̬̝̜̱͟

H͏̵̨̢͞É͠Ĺ̵̷̨̕P͏M͜͏̧̛͠È̸̀͜͟

F̴̀É͝Ȩ̷Ļ͏͞S̴̡͜ ̨҉́҉L͞͝͠Ì̸̢̡̡K̵̷̸Ȩ͟͡ ͢͠͝͞҉I̕͝҉M̴̷̛̛ ͜͠͡Ì̡̛͟N̡͝͏̡͠ ̴̀A͞͝ ̨́̕D̀́͡҉R̵̴̛͘͞Ę̶͟͝Ą̧̛̛͠M̀͟

K̢͘͟͢͠E̶͜͏̷̡E̵͏P̸ ̡́͝͏͝B̷̷̶̢͢Ĺ̷͟Ą̸̨C҉͠K̶͢I̷̡̧͞N̛͘͠͡G̕͡͝͞ ̛̛͝O͏͜U͝͏͘͠͝T̵͝͏̸͠

C̴A͞҉̷͢͢N̴̨͢͠͠T͏͠ ̸̷͘C̶̕͘͟O̴͟N̸͠͞҉C̀̕͜E͏̧́̕N̴̵̛͘T҉̸̀̀R̶͜͠͝Ą̵́͝T҉̶̵͞Ę̷̴͘

K͘͞Ȩ̶̡͡͠È̵̛͡P҉ ̸͞S̡̀̕͘͟È͘͟E̴̢̢̕Í̢̕Ǹ̴͢͞G̴̀ STELLA






Ḫ̢̣͇͚̻̭̦̯̙̰̺ͮͫͬ̉̀ͭ̋̾̍͘͟E͗̇ͥ͛ͫͩ̒͋̕҉̱̜̗̝̳͎̭̙̳̲́̕͜L̨̐͒ͭ̓͋̏ͨͧ́ͯ͆͑ͤ̈́̏̈́̄͗̈́͜͠͏̰̪̗͉͇͙͓͠P̡̒͒ͪ̈ͪ̓̉͊̇̐̉ͩͨ̐ͫ̚͡͏̩͖̘͓̬̝̜̱͟M̵̨̝̦͔̞̜̗̌̋͒ͬ̆̆ͦ͂ͧ͛̀̀͟͝Ę̛̫͍̤̜̰̩̘͚͈͚̬̫͗̄͑̆̓͒͋̔̌̕

feel like death warmed over

p̶̴̀ardo̴҉n if this  i̷͢͞s mispelled. I'm surprised I'm here writing on the blo҉g let alon҉e proof reading it.

Last night my parents could̡̛͢n't wake me up, so they took me i̷nto the neares̵̨͏t emergé͞ncy room.Woke up, pa̸͟le as a ghos͟҉t and feeling likȩ̷̕ shit.

I c͏͘an't sto̸p thr͘͡owing up.  r͜҉̷͞eally r̵̷̡̡eally feeling sick. trying to keep looking  u҉͢p̵̡̀͞  info on the  t͠͏́̕i̕̕͞etrodotoxi̕̕͞n.
Nǫ̷̛͘͝t getting ań̨̨ywhere.

Yeah, think I've got the flu.

Just got through sacrificing my breakfast to the great porcelain god.

Bleh, looks like I'm stuck in the house for the time being. At least I got my new medic͞҉̀ation for my migraines to͏̧day. Kind of odd though, ̢̛n̵̢͜ot like any pill I've ever seen. No symbols on the side or anything. Says it̴̴́͞s a new kind of pill based on the stuff I have been taking. At least I can ̨̨͠r̶̕elax a bit ḿ͟o҉̶̨re, lean back and l̢̡̀̕et myself heal.

Been a while

Everything seems to be dying down, I dunno why...

I haven't seen 'It' for a while...and I haven't seen anymore of its little minions.

Which frankly is starting to worry me. I'm starting to wonder if I'm just cracking...

Or if they just don't think I'm much of a problem anymore.

I keep dreaming about Stella though....she seems to be getting further and further away....and her face is...corrupted, its the only way to describe it.

My migraines are getting worse though, and I think the paranoia is getting to me. I'm looking paler in the mirror. More gaunt.

Maybe I've just got a bit of the flu.

Probably ǹờth̶̵̛i̕ņģ̷

Welp, I guess DLBM has failed

Godspeed you magnificent codesolving bastard.

When I go outside, I keep seeing them out of the corners of my eyes.

'It' hasn't shown up again. Either 'It' is busy, or 'It's minions have me well in hand.

Getting paranoid again. Suspicious. Strange looks from neighbors. Keep crowbar close.

Nightmares are getting worse. Now instead of looking at me sadly, the hallucination of Stella looks disgusted. Sometimes in pain. I can't help her. No matter how much I run. Always vanishes before I get there. Couldn't help her...Couldn't save her...

Couldn't even find something else that could save her...

Reposting the message...in case someone else has any ideas on it.

" L'r hmvvi L pwttmo cqbu xgvrocqm, L pwt mtbi hwi ocwo img wmq kmlta fqbb. Fcwo bloobq vqhlhowtpq L pwt mxxqv mgohlkq mx rqhhwaqh lh sglpzbi holxbqk, hm ztmf ocwo lx fq pmrq xwpq km xwpq, fq flbb cwrq om xlaco. L uvwi ocwo img qtk ri hgxxqvlta, mtq fwi mv wtmocqv.

L flbb ovi wtk aqo rmvq rqhhwaqh on img fcqt ocq olrq lh vlack.

~ ?

When Light becomes Black all becomes clear "

Found a note taped to my front door.

Seems to all be a bunch of gibberish, except for the last sentence.

And I checked, and double checked the spelling on this one, so I think its right. Though of course I might have derped again.

" L'r hmvvi L pwttmo cqbu xgvrocqm, L pwt mtbi hwi ocwo img wmq kmlta fqbb. Fcwo bloobq vqhlhowtpq L pwt mxxqv mgohlkq mx rqhhwaqh lh sglpzbi holxbqk, hm ztmf ocwo lx fq pmrq xwpq km xwpq, fq flbb cwrq om xlaco. L uvwi ocwo img qtk ri hgxxqvlta, mtq fwi mv wtmocqv.

L flbb ovi wtk aqo rmvq rqhhwaqh on img fcqt ocq olrq lh vlack.

~ ?

When Light becomes Black all becomes clear "


So something'll happen at sundown? Is my life about to get flipped, turned upside down?

Something tells me I won't end up the prince of bel-air.

Not a cure

I can say that much.

Apparently since It wasn't able to see me, it brought in the drones. They held me still, while It just kept looking at me. I kept trying to imagine things...see if that might cause a distraction, but nothing happened.

My head hurt more and more. I felt that chill more and more...finally it seemed to just be too much. I passed out. I woke up today in the charred remnants of the house that me and...that Two Face bitch squared off.

Then I saw it...they'd...they'd put a pair of eyeballs on the ground, pointing at me, looking like they were staring at me. I think they were Two Face's. A message scrawled in blood underneath 'WE ARE ALWAYS WATCHING'

I told my parents I just was out with a couple of friends. I think they suspect something is wrong, but trust that I'd tell them if there was something really going on. Probably think I just got shitfaced and crashed on someone's couch.

This is weird.

I finally came out of it. It was more terrifying than I thought it would be...lying there, unable to move, only able to look upwards. I couldn't even blink. Everything got all fuzzy...I couldn't see anything.

Finally I could move again. After blinking, my sight came back and..well, I just about shit myself.

It was standing over me. Head tilted. But I didn't feel the iciness in my blood...My head wasn't killing me.

It was staring, but not at me...It was like it couldn't even see me. I carefully crept away, it just kept on staring at the bed. Maybe its wondering where I vanished to? This...sort of helps strengthen my current theory. I've felt strange ever since I regained the ability to move. No telling how long this'll last.

Its been about forty five minutes so far, Hopefully this'll last a while. Hey, maybe its a cure.

Hold on. Think I heard something.

The pattern has changed.

It isn't appearing in my backyard, nearby the trees, anymore. Instead I keep feeling its gaze on me 24/7....I think I fucked up big time. My head feels like its going to explode.

I'm getting desperate....I'm using the Tetrodotoxin.

I think I have the weight calculated properly...just enough to effect me, but not kill me...

If I don't make it, I'm sorry I wasn't able to help anymore. Good luck H. Good luck Ariadne.

Please don't forget me.

~
JediZero

almost like clockwork.

Everyday...at about 8:00 PM, It appears in the back yard. Staring and watching. Sometimes It's closer. Sometimes It's further away.

I think It's just toying with me. Watching to see if I crack.

I've taken to checking the laptop daily. But the motherboard seems to have gone bad, I can't even start it up anymore.

Having finally managed to focus enough on the message

I think it says 'Dont stop right track please'

I guess he's trying to help...not entirely brainwashed then...

Then again, I have heard before that they use coded messages to try and let the non-brainwashed parts of themselves speak without being censored.

I got an e-mail today.

I'm not sure what to make of it. Its horribly misspelled, like whoever wrote it was on drugs or something.

Heathen, You have oomed yurself to be the ext sacrifice to our maser.
Even now we tare afer you. waching yu. erhaps even in your home.
Live a life of egret. then de. rieving for er. Or don.
Ponder your houghts, you plns, before you go razy. Or crac

Make your choice. erhaps our beoved mastr will grnt you your tella onc again
Everyone dies sooner or later. when will you?

I noticed the very 'subtle' hint on the left. HELP ME.

My head's been killing me lately. I've...I've seen it again...just watching. I've heard all the insults, the idiocy. "Oh no Its staring at you and doing nothing! Aaaah!" but you don't understand. Its gaze...Just, its piercing gaze. You feel fine, then suddenly you feel like someone has replaced your blood with ice. Something is wrong, just very very wrong. Then you see it, and your blood somehow gets even colder. Add to that my migraine whenever I see it, and I'm having trouble focusing. I might have to leave home soon. I don't know where I'll go, but I can't get my friends and family mixed up in this.

Merry Christmas, and a happy new year.

I hope you all had good holidays. I had a good bit of relaxation and rest, migraine aside. Only sign of activity has been that someone poured weed killer all over my parents flower bed, and that might just be one of the assholes in my neighborhood.

I suppose I should at the very least outline my current theories...That way the...lets see...two or three of you out there that give a crap can tell me how stupid I am to even think this way.

First theory goes on the 'Slender Man', the more and more I think about It, the more I wonder if the Tulpa effect is what created It, or if It was here all along, and just gained strength afterwards.

Regardless, It, is pretty much...wrongness, incarnate. Like It's a man shaped hole in reality or something.It gains strength from our imaginations, our fear, and our belief in It. It is proof of the strength of the human imagination and subconscious.

This ties into Harry's and my...sighting of Stella...Or what Harry remembered Stella to be. He said he'd been hallucinating her previously, but he hadn't seen her for a long time...

Also, It, took a major interest in her. Like it hadn't happened before, that It had never seen anything like her. We seemed to be momentarily forgotten when It was staring at Stella....or...not-Stella...or...or just a hallucination. I have no clue what the fuck anymore.

What if Its a black hole in our subconscious? Only instead of gravity and pulling in everything, including light, It pulls in our subconscious power. Basically becoming a gigantic well and font of the power of our very subconscious. When people see that....thing, they're not bothering imagining, unless they're imagining what exactly It is going to do to them.

Maybe that's why every single encounter is different for different people. One person imagines what it would do, and it alters itself to match that subconscious 'choice'. People who focus more on It's more unearthly appearance gets the tentacles for arms and other weird shit. People who dread the observation/stalking of It, usually sees just the tall suited faceless man, staring almost casually, almost out of curiosity. It may also simply be masking itself in our subconscious fears. Groups of people see the same thing because our 'subconscious' strengths differ from person to person, and It focuses on the strongest source of 'energy'.

If it is this huge 'subconscious energy well', What about other things? I'm not sure if there has ever been someone who suffers from hallucinations, having one during an encounter with It. Is it possible that the hallucination that Harry suffers from, was gaining strength from that subconscious power? Maybe that's why we both saw it.

As for the 'Zombie Powder', my current theory is that its a...'It repellent'. Or something along those lines. If It feeds on Subconscious, something like the powder could mess with the brain chemistry, causing the subconscious 'fuel' to diminish. Maybe it doesn't see with 'Eyes' like we do, maybe It focuses on the subconscious energy that sustains it. Without that source, It doesn't notice us as readily.

Of course the downsides are many.
A: Its a very complex mixture, not easy to get a hold of.
B: Its POWERFUL. If you don't mix it properly, or properly calculate the weight of the subject its used on, it will most likely kill you.
C: You're going to not be moving for a while, until the paralysis effects wear off, leaving you vulnerable to anyone who comes along.
D: I kind of doubt its going to be any help against 'Proxies' of It, who are humans simply under Its sway. I have a feeling that if one of Its servants alerts It to someone being where It isn't sensing anything, It will investigate, and likely not in a friendly 'I wonder whats over here' kind of way.