Outside

We've been out of the house for a while now. We didn't have any way to prove who we were, and we had no place to live, so we've been focusing on that instead of the blog.

I haven't seen my friends for a while now. I've asked around town, but nobody with their names has ever stayed there. In fact, they claim no one with my name stayed around here, either. Maybe I was just forgotten. I don't know. It seems likely.

We have been getting notes. Todd's worried that it might mean something, but I'm not so sure. I may just be so used to getting the notes that I can't think anything of them.

But it's just so weird. And we can't tell anyone except those on this blog. It's just so... so... I don't know. Alienating, I guess. Like Todd and I have a secret everyone should know but no one wants to hear and no one believes.

You know, it's kind of strange. We've got our identities back in tact and everything, or at least as much as we could, but something still doesn't feel right. I know the house we used to live in burned down, or at least the top floor did. I may just be a bit paranoid. I had lived in that house for so long that it feels strange not to. Still can't get recording equipment though.

Our neighbors are strange people, though. On the first day, we got a knock at the door and through the window I saw a young girl running away. I open the door and on the ground was Todd's PSP, slightly burned from being in the fire but not too badly damaged. We both checked it out and found some disturbing audio/video/images on it. I was going to upload all of the files once I bought a new mini USB cable, but before bed I noticed Todd outside on the back porch smashing the PSP.

We've still been seeing the man, too, so Todd's called a paranormal activity organization to help us out. I don't know what that will do, but it seems to make Todd feel better about our situation so I didn't stop him. It'll be really interesting to see what plays out, so I'll make sure to write down everything said.

You know, it was awkward the first couple of days in this house. We had nothing, save for the laptop I managed to save just from the coincidence of having it in my arms and not plugged in to anything when the fire started and one small blanket we found in a closet. It wasn't much of a problem, but we had to sleep so close together those nights that either of us would wake up sometimes and we'd be hugging. It's still kind of empty here, but at least we have separate sleeping bags now.

I don't know what else to say... I think I should go.

Why

Todd was the mysterious person. I know this for a fact now. For days he wasn't letting me into his room, but today he finally opened the door. The walls were covered in what looked like notes. A few masks were scattered on the floor. Masks that weren't from the pile in the closet.

He's said he was sorry about a thousand times. I still trust him, but now things are different. I knew something was fishy when I found him on the floor with a mask on that day so long ago.. I just hadn't seen a normal person in so long, I never really thought anything of it. Never put the pieces of the puzzle together.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't help him very well. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I wish I could help him. Maybe I can't help him. Maybe I can. I don't know... I just don't know.

Do I care too much? I can't leave Todd's side right now. I know he wants to prove it's not his fault that things turned out this way. But

I think there's more than one mysterious person. We both heard a thump downstairs and found the door wide open. Someone other than us was here, and it couldn't have been my friends.

I don't think Todd and I will get any sleep tonight.

Sorry, again

We woke up one morning to find the laptop smashed. My friends have been scrounging round for money ever since. The new laptop had a camera on it yesterday when we were setting it up (we took pictures and everything as a test) but when we got up today the camera looked like it had been dug out with a knife. The images are missing, too. I guess that's that.

The other day was so odd... I woke up to find Todd standing outside. The REAL outside. He sounded like he was talking to someone, but when I looked out the window, he was alone. And sleepwalking. But that's not the point. We haven't bargained with the mysterious person at all lately. How Todd was able to stand outside in the REAL outside, we'll never know. I can't open the door without seeing weird Silent Hill world, so I knocked on the window hard enough to jar him awake. He came inside and told me he was outside, the real outside. Unfortunately, Todd doesn't know how he got there or who he was talking to.

Since the last post, all the notes have just said "TODD" and had a scribbling that looks like one or two of the masks in the pile that's accumulating in the closet. I should really find a way to get rid of those things.

Also, you wouldn't believe it, but Todd and I have been living together for so long it's almost like we can read eachother's minds now. Strange, huh?

Routine

I'm getting back into the routine of things. Less groceries means we can't trade things with the mysterious person any longer, but I can accept that. There wasn't much to trade food for anyway, not anything allowed.

You know, Todd's really getting into the creepy stuff now. He wasn't much of a fan or whatever before, but now he reads it every night. And just this morning he somehow got me into a discussion about something he called "Ben Drowned" or something. He said it involved my favorite game in the entire world, so I at least agreed to watch the videos and read the story tonight after it gets dark. Pretty stupid, if you ask me. He's actively trying to make me hate the game, I swear. It's creepy enough already...

Oh, and speaking of Todd, he was so happy to see me when he woke up after I got back... That he kissed me. On the cheek, thankfully (We're just friends. I've never thought of him otherwise.), but still. That was weird! I would have never guessed he liked me that much. I thought he was like he is because I was the only person around to talk to.

Got some notes, too. "OUT OF THE LOOP," (An image on my computer called "mprtntdoc.jpg" that, when opened, caused my computer to play the 'got an important item' jingle from some 8-bit game. The image was one long line from top to bottom of the image.), "FORGET WHAT I SEE," and "BELIEVE" (This one was written in a scrawly but recognizable form of Todd's handwriting). Again, I don't have any clue what any of it is supposed to mean. The last one having Todd's handwriting is kind of suspicious, but I've also seen the handwriting of notes go from unrecognizeable (Most of the notes) to one of my friends' handwriting (A rare few of the notes).

Oh my god, I left that soup on the stove, I think I better go turn it off before it boils over!

I hath returned.

I woke up here last night. Todd's been asleep for a while now. He doesn't even know I'm back. I watched the news a little and the police are trying to find me. They know of the first place I'd be, right here at home, but their raid of the house left them mostly empty handed. I don't understand how that can be, when I've been sitting in the exact room where they found a large stash of masks and took all of them as evidence (none of them are gone, by the way. All of them are still sitting in the closet).

Link arrived with a bunch of groceries about an hour ago, as if he forgot to go to the store this week. It wasn't as much as usual, but he made an attempt to explain what was going on. Not that I cared. For some reason, I'm just happy to be back. Where I was when I was out wasn't very pleasant. I don't want to talk about it in detail, but I WILL mention that it involved about 10 doctors thinking I'm mental and nobody answering my phone calls. And that twitter message I sent? Those doctors found out. Wasn't a fun day.

I see Todd hasn't been posting at all. Not surprising, seeing as the first few weeks of being totally alone besides some people you barely know are really hard. I mean, I'm used to it, but Todd's never had to sit, confined in a house, alone for weeks on end. Not that I know of. I should've told him the Twitter password. Maybe then he would've at least said something. But from the looks of his face (I see the burns from having that mask on his face have healed, so maybe he doesn't need bandages any more) I can tell he's been playing his stupid games too much. He probably got on and played all night, every night. I know I would have, if I were him.

I got notes while I was out, too. I don't see any evidence of there having been any notes here. I think the note phenomenon is centered around me, and Todd only gets them as an afterthought. It wouldn't be that far-fetched to say so. I mean, in this entire phenomenon, Todd is like the afterthought. The guy brought into the picture and nearly forgotten. He's gotten the least notes, the least crazy activity... I can't figure anything out from it right now... I'm still kind of foggy from whatever crazy drugs they were giving me while I was out.

I think Todd has woke up. I should go say hi.

This! Is! Insanity! *Kick*

I've been around, but not sure what to post. Anya usually helps me think of some content on boring days, but now everything's weird. I've left whatshisface a note saying I can't feed anyone except myself anymore, and I've yet to get a response. Somehow, I doubt that anyone's listening.

I think I've deciphered what happened, sort of. I don't know why, but someone (possibly our jailer. Yes, I'm calling him/her/it a jailer) took her away. To where? I'm thinking from the way Anya was talking that they thought her story was bullshit and her identity was fabricated, so they locked her in some crazy house with the genuinely crazy ones. Now, 4 or 5 hours away? That's a big stretch. May be so no one can identify her. I haven't gotten anymore calls or Twitter messages (Yes, I saw that), so I can't say if I'm right or not. Just a guess.

And I read an actual newspaper today, even though it was just one of those small town newspapers. Anya's friends brought it for me to see. Appears the police came and raided this place because someone saw some guy who wasn't with the cleaning crew (We don't have a cleaning crew, so what the fuck?) walking in and out of here periodically, but they found nothing. "Alister" says his girlfriend's brother said that at least one officer was holding a stakeout here. I checked the house but no one was found.

Oh, and I finally got groceries. Not too much. Just some packages of ham, bread, water flavoring, and about a ton of instant noodles. No soda, no candy, no breakfast food, not even a pack of gum. "Lizzy" said everyone's been on a financial crunch since "Paul" lost his job (this proves my suspicion that they all lived together) and they couldn't afford to buy me some damn groceries. Well, at least there's some food, now.

Hmph

Some things came up. Couldn't post, and I don't know the twitter password.

First, it's just me now. Anya disappeared. She said she was going to check the attic for something she hadn't seen in years, but she never came back down. I poked my head in there to check on her, but she wasn't there. Made a shitty meal to trade for info, and that was as useful as cryptic bullshit can be. "WILL RETURN" is all I got. What I'm thinking is that it means whoever took Anya from the attic (how? I don't know. I didn't hear anything and there was no sign of a struggle and I was sitting at the foot of the attic stairs -the only way into the attic- the entire time) will return her. But I don't know.

Second, Anya's attic is WEIRD. Fucked up, even. Old, almost ancient scribblings all over about seeing and darkness. I checked that entire place top to bottom to make sure she hadn't suffocated in a trunk or something, but once the light burned out I had to get the hell out of there. I didn't want to stay up there in the dark.

Third, I did get a call from Anya about three days ago. It sounded like a cell phone dropping a call. I could barely understand her, but she did say she couldn't hear anything from my end. She said she was dropped off about 4 or 5 hours away, and something about a mental hospital. I've been trying to call her back, but the phone hasn't been working properly. 

Fourth? I don't know. It's been really lonely here. I didn't realize how bad loneliness was, before. Anya's friends didn't stop by like they usually do on Tuesdays when they bring a week's worth of food. Hopefully there'll be enough to last, but if I had known there wouldn't be more food this week I wouldn't have ate so much of it already. 

I guess that's it. I'll just go now. Maybe I can wake up and this will be a dream.