August 7th, 1998
Hello, my name is Dr. Martinez, paranormal activation test #37, I’ll be back with the results of my findings
———-‐————————————————————— August 28th, 1998
I feel as though something is wrong Very wrong They’ve found me as I have uncovered the hidden The answers to our existence as we know or believe it But there’s things Not people but things the lurk our darkest thoughts Creatures we believe as terrors and nightmares Something pulling on the world around us into a darkend abyss of the damned, the lost ones who’ve failed the journey of self finding and strayed the treacherous path of death in the face of danger The way out of a tunnel of darkness yet I feel as tho the light I see at the end is not salvation but the enedible death that we so wish to prolong in this place we’ve grown to love and hate My mind has been, as I fear, corrupted by the damned, the watchers have lead my mind astray the difference between what is I and what is them the difference in sanity, a soul, empathy and passion they do no have, with every thought my mind begins to break and collapse, what I believe I can not stand, my eyes deceive me in the slightest my memory playing games My sanity screaming for help as these things play tricks and with no treat I feel as tho I may loose myself
———-‐————————————————————— November 12th, 1998
Sleep is our captor, keeping us sane from the unknown, I have not slept in weeks, they watch us, they smell and seek us, we are eary of those in the dark we can not see, but sleep is what hides them, I have traveled and explored much of our world beyond comprehension
———-‐————————————————————— December 24th, 1998
Our mortal souls bound to this traitorous world we call our safety, creatures in pockets we can not see, our minds prisoner of our bodies to no see what there is all around. They watch us and if you do not believe then do not listen, they take what we forget, socks, keys, shoes, memories, age, spirit, happiness, they are what drain our souls, they cannot sleep so they feed off what we create, they take our lives without us knowing, they are what we fear in the darkest corners of our thoughts
January 8th, 1998
The darkened air my lungs breathe, my mind absorbing the damnation I have created, the unknown being known. I have seen and done to much, they want me. My voice it echos infinitely against the void around me, movement pacing in nothingness my mind may cease to exist if you found my passages. Please send he_……..
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Current Day:
Josh: Damn. What happend to him? Who was he?
Dona: he was my father…… the same man who left me as a child….. I blamed him for–
Josh: we gotta go, I’m not staying here anymore, these articles, the letters, there too much for me
[PART 2 BEING WORKED ON]