Saturday, April 30, 2011


Short post today: I'll give everyone a guess as to what happened when I showed up at Gregor's trailer.

Friday, April 29, 2011


I'm feeling well. I honestly feel like I had something to say. I can't remember. Wow, missed out on most of the morning and the afternoon, I guess I was really tired. Later today I think I'll look for Gregor, until then, what's up with everybody else?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I Feel Great

I'm healing up nicely. I guess that's all I wanted to say. I'm going to go find Gregor and tell him to step off the little girl's once I've completely recuperated. I may not be in agony anymore but I'm still tender to touch in certain areas. I haven't been able to really find the drive to bother anyone on here, since nothing interesting has happened. I'm going to go read any new comments, then check up on Crashing Through the Trees, A Wand and a Prayer, and Flashlights in the Dark. I've already checked up on Shuffle Up. Acid's been inactive for some time now, but I know he's on the internet. I recieved an email from Peter's  adress directing me to something called noprototype no backup, something along those lines. I'll check it again and deal with it later. Anyone else thirsty? I'm sort of thirsty.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


No. I'm not fine. To be blunt I got beat up. Yes I threw the camera away. Several times. As I was saying. I was beaten by some of my former classmates.

Gregor and his boys graduated about two years ago, when I was sixteen? He's twenty-one now. You see he's always had this thing for little girls, dating well below his age. It's really none of my business what sluts in training want to do and with whom they want to do it. Yet for some reason I would rather be damned to let any twelve to thirteen year old go into the woods with that drug dealing bastard.

Yeah he's a drug dealer, he's the go to guy for drugs around town. You'd think that someone would leave the pot and the heroine back in grade 12, but you'd be wrong. Ever since he's graduated his operations have gotten bigger. That's irrelevant though, to each their own. Except when it comes to pedophilia.

I was going for a walk to try to clear my frazzled head. The camera coming back had scared me out of my wits.

That's when I first saw them. Gregor and Yancy from highschool, his new "girlfriend" and some kid I didn't recognize. Peter had made it his job to follow Gregor around whenever he could and whenever he had some new toy. So for a while, since Peter went missing and all, I just watched them laugh and screw around with each other , you know? The regular ol' douchebaggery. Excuse my language. Anyway. When they started to head into the forest that's when I got very, very worried. Against common sense I followed them without any form of self-defense, trying to keep my distance while still keeping them in sight. Worse part was they where walking on a stone path so I had to be careful not to rub any rocks which didn't turn out to well, they turned around so many times, I feel like it's a sin they didn't catch me.

Eventually I had to duck into a behind a tree a little bit longer than usual and somehow I lost the group. I tried walking along the stone path at the risk of exposing myself. They vanished. No trace, none. I had a feeling they just gave me the slip though, so don't go jumping to conclusions. Then I just got lost. Before you say anything my sense of direction isn't that bad, I don't know what happened. Everything just started spinning and I got scared. Very scared. I'm not talking paranoid, I mean straight up fear, primal fear. I...well I blacked out. I must have fallen, hence the black eye. My sides and my shins hurt when I woke up, the pain was...awful to say the least, I don't know how to describe it. It was like burning-piercing-ish, I'm going to stop using was because I'm still in pretty bad pain. Luckily my neighbor found me outside, she was a friend of my foster-mother Ms.Shay, who I think I mentioned before. They think I'm lying about what happened. I told them everything I'm telling you, well save for the following Gregor around like some stalker. They took me to the Hospital to see if I had broken anything. Yeah the wrist got dislocated go figure? It's not that hard to type though. In fact it's the least of my injuries

So there you have it. I'm fine. By everyone's other than my own standards, anyway.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Strange Happenings

So that article. I read it. The picture on the camera is still there, except it's night time now. I tried uploading it. Crashed Peter's laptop, which I had been using to post for a long time.

My laptop is still in tip top condition luckily.

Was someone telling me to be careful? I mean is that even plausible? Thanks again for linking me Shadowed.

As for this Zero guy, well, to each their own.

Edit: Have I told everyone that I may just have a new found hero?

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I can't help but wonder who owns this rundown little house? I've just received this Photograph on a digital camera that someone left on the sill of my window, which, rest assure, is now firmly closed and locked. I might check this place out if I can get the address, if not, well then I'll leave it be. As for the camera itself there are no other pictures on it. I'm getting rid of the thing anyway. I doubt anything but trouble can come from using it, or keeping it around.


So this is a plus, isn't it?

Alright, I understand what Kay's getting at. Fake leads are plausible. But maybe if I try to hook up with this thing I can work out a deal....

Yeah right.

Anyway, I get what you guys are saying, Kay, Glass, I'll be careful.

Hellfire. I'm only 5'10.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

The Situation... an AWFUL nickname.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way.

I don't really know how to go about this post. I've seen that guy, Acid(at least I think it was him), he's dressed up in some vest and a dress shirt, wearing a robin-like mask and a top hat.

I tried to leave the house when I saw him outside, but he was on the other side of the street, and I know this sounds extremely unrealistic but as soon as a truck passed him he was gone, like that.

It made me angry. Very much so.

And if it was him then why was he just staring at me, another question to go with this one is how long was he staring at me?

I'm still a bit skeptical about this, but I doubt it's just a bunch of weirdos playing some game. And if it is I want no part of it. Something else is going on here, and I'm going to find out.