Thursday, 7 April 2011
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Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Dear god...
I'm going to do it. I'm going to kill him.
Adrian... he's not a proxy. He's not confused.
He's doing it on purpose.
I confronted him in the halls (you cannot imagine what the bus ride was like next to him). And here's what was said.
G: You've been spreading it.
A: What?
G: Don't do that... Don't DO that. You know what the hell I mean.
A: I really don't.
G: You've been telling people about... him.
A: Oh, you mean like you told me? Yeah, great job, man.
G: You bastard, I didn't know! You, you've been through it! You know what telling means.
A: Yes, it means less time he'll be spending on me.
I'm going to kill him. He's using people as freaking distractions! As bait!
I gave him my warning. He laughed at me.
I'm going to kill him.
Adrian... he's not a proxy. He's not confused.
He's doing it on purpose.
I confronted him in the halls (you cannot imagine what the bus ride was like next to him). And here's what was said.
G: You've been spreading it.
A: What?
G: Don't do that... Don't DO that. You know what the hell I mean.
A: I really don't.
G: You've been telling people about... him.
A: Oh, you mean like you told me? Yeah, great job, man.
G: You bastard, I didn't know! You, you've been through it! You know what telling means.
A: Yes, it means less time he'll be spending on me.
I'm going to kill him. He's using people as freaking distractions! As bait!
I gave him my warning. He laughed at me.
I'm going to kill him.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
I...
Frank's gone. Disappeared last night from his bedroom. Police are doing a search, asking questions around the school.
Nobody's said a single word.
I've started coughing. When people talk about it, they never say how much it hurts. I feel like I've inhaled razorblades.
And if that weren't enough, Adrian's spilling his guts to people online. I'm scared.
I may have to kill him.
Nobody's said a single word.
I've started coughing. When people talk about it, they never say how much it hurts. I feel like I've inhaled razorblades.
And if that weren't enough, Adrian's spilling his guts to people online. I'm scared.
I may have to kill him.
Monday, 4 April 2011
That's it
I'm screwed.
Noland's a dead end. Was expecting some kind of guru or something. Got some confused little kid with abandonment issues.
As for my anti-SM army? It's like trying to herd cats. Adrian asked me what the hell I was talking about (he's twitching, not a good sign), George basically told be to screw off, and almost everyone else is avoiding me like the plague. Frank's in, but probably not for long.
God, I just need to figure out a way to fight this. I'm sick of staying up all night with a flashlight pointing at the corners of my room. I'm sick of windows. I'm sick of losing time. I'm fucking sick of seeing him everywhere.
As for what I've seen going on lately, the most significant event is Zero becoming a goddamn psycho. Good for him. A madman is what we need. The fewer runners there are the better. Of course, I'm not going to let him chop me up and steal my bones, but that's just self-preservation.
I'm already dead.
Noland's a dead end. Was expecting some kind of guru or something. Got some confused little kid with abandonment issues.
As for my anti-SM army? It's like trying to herd cats. Adrian asked me what the hell I was talking about (he's twitching, not a good sign), George basically told be to screw off, and almost everyone else is avoiding me like the plague. Frank's in, but probably not for long.
God, I just need to figure out a way to fight this. I'm sick of staying up all night with a flashlight pointing at the corners of my room. I'm sick of windows. I'm sick of losing time. I'm fucking sick of seeing him everywhere.
As for what I've seen going on lately, the most significant event is Zero becoming a goddamn psycho. Good for him. A madman is what we need. The fewer runners there are the better. Of course, I'm not going to let him chop me up and steal my bones, but that's just self-preservation.
I'm already dead.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
No more
He dragged me. Up. The damn. Staircase.
WHAT THE FUCK.
I need answers. Hellfire's indicated me towards somebody called Noland, but from what I've read, he can grow tentacles from his back. For some reason I find that disconcerting.
When I get back to school tomorrow I'm mobilizing. It's time to make an anti-SM army.
WHAT THE FUCK.
I need answers. Hellfire's indicated me towards somebody called Noland, but from what I've read, he can grow tentacles from his back. For some reason I find that disconcerting.
When I get back to school tomorrow I'm mobilizing. It's time to make an anti-SM army.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Explanation
I guess that up until now I haven't really explained much about who I am, and what's been happening to me (in specific).
I'm 18. I'm graduating at the end of this school year. I live in a small town.
I became infected about three weeks ago when my brother told me about Marble Hornets.
I've lost about a week in time since, and I haven't slept.
I'm starting to see Mr. S. in ways and places that shouldn't be possible. He's in the movies, on TV, in my freaking mind.
And I've been seeing windows. I've already mentioned one (how lucky I am to have a forest in the back yard), but they've been cropping up everywhere. Just square holes with that hellish field (not a meadow now that I think about it, those are too pleasant) inside it on walls, in the distance, one time in my bedroom door. And he's always standing in it.
I've read accounts here and there, but haven't had the time to learn nearly as much as I should.
Arkady's trying to kill him with blunt objects.
Setoth's trying to kill him with spells (I'd normally laugh at this, but it seems to be working to a certain extent)
Zero tried to kill him, and we all know how that turned out.
I need to know what I can do. I can't just sit here and wait for him to step out of the frame.
I'm 18. I'm graduating at the end of this school year. I live in a small town.
I became infected about three weeks ago when my brother told me about Marble Hornets.
I've lost about a week in time since, and I haven't slept.
I'm starting to see Mr. S. in ways and places that shouldn't be possible. He's in the movies, on TV, in my freaking mind.
And I've been seeing windows. I've already mentioned one (how lucky I am to have a forest in the back yard), but they've been cropping up everywhere. Just square holes with that hellish field (not a meadow now that I think about it, those are too pleasant) inside it on walls, in the distance, one time in my bedroom door. And he's always standing in it.
I've read accounts here and there, but haven't had the time to learn nearly as much as I should.
Arkady's trying to kill him with blunt objects.
Setoth's trying to kill him with spells (I'd normally laugh at this, but it seems to be working to a certain extent)
Zero tried to kill him, and we all know how that turned out.
I need to know what I can do. I can't just sit here and wait for him to step out of the frame.
Friday, 1 April 2011
SCANNING
They're circling around. Round and round. Every morning, every day.
Today I watched American Psycho.
Did the cameraman see Mr. S. when I did?
Zero's back. Surprised. Rumors of disembowelment must have been greatly exaggerated.
Where do I fit? WHERE DO I FUCKING FIT YOU SON OF A BITCH.
I'm losing time. I'm always losing time. Yesterday was the first day I've remembered for weeks.
Doors are left unopende. But waht of windosw
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