Today I did the most dangerous thing that a person like me can do, sit alone with my thoughts.
I began to think, "What is even the point? What do I hope to accomplish? Find the bastards and get revenge? If so, for what kidnapping me for a couple days?" I don't know why I am so curious about this. I'm not even sure if I want to continue this. It feels like the whole damn thing is a puzzle, written out for me to perform, as though I am a puppet, every movement for someone else's entertainment.
I'm not sure what I am going to do now. I can't go back and pretend like none of this ever happen. Stevie and William already hate me, and I am not sure why. I guess that I want to get something out of this, whether it is answers about Joan, G, The Crusaders and their damn gods, I just don't care. Something, anything at this point.
I plan on just going over what I have for now, and thinking everything over. Goodbye, for now. I don't know when I'll be back again.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
Just a quick Update
Hey, guys. In short, I am in bad shape. I haven't gotten a decent nights sleep in a couple weeks, and I think I have some form of Bronchitis. I've coughed so much that blood is starting to come up. Anyway, enough self pity.
I am going to try to get to East Oakland as soon as I can. However, transportation will be a problem, as I only have a learner's permit. That, and I can hardly see straight. The only reason I can type this is because I have the keyboard memorised.
Whoever was knocking at my window the other day hasn't showed up since. I guess they gave up. However, I have noticed that I apparently have a collection of rotting animal pieces in my crawlspace. Fun! I'm getting real tired of this. They should know that, by now, I ain't backing down anytime soon.
In what little sleep I have been getting, I have been having the freakiest dreams of all time. Yesterday, I was at Rose Rudman Park, over where I saw the dude in the cloak. It was just fucked up. I can't think of any other way to describe it. Bodies were strewn all along the creek. They were mutilated, and I'm not to sure that they were all even human. I took video of it, and I plan on posting it in a few minutes.
As for that thing that ambushed me, I'm positive that it was that thing from the half burned journal page. I've decided to nick-name him Sack Face, because of that ragged mask he wears. The scream it made wasn't captured on the camera's audio, it was glitching out to bad, I guess. It was enough to make my blood curdle, and I just ran off. I can't really describe what happened to me when I heard it, but it almost felt like whenever I have one of my episodes, like I'm being forced out of my head, and something else wants to get in and stay there.
I'm guess that I now have both the tall bastard and Sack Face on my ass. Oh, well, I guess. I have to find out what these things are, what the cult has to do with them, and who G is. I don't care if I have to dig up an old Voodoo book I have to find some way to summon her, I will do it.
I am going to try to get to East Oakland as soon as I can. However, transportation will be a problem, as I only have a learner's permit. That, and I can hardly see straight. The only reason I can type this is because I have the keyboard memorised.
Whoever was knocking at my window the other day hasn't showed up since. I guess they gave up. However, I have noticed that I apparently have a collection of rotting animal pieces in my crawlspace. Fun! I'm getting real tired of this. They should know that, by now, I ain't backing down anytime soon.
In what little sleep I have been getting, I have been having the freakiest dreams of all time. Yesterday, I was at Rose Rudman Park, over where I saw the dude in the cloak. It was just fucked up. I can't think of any other way to describe it. Bodies were strewn all along the creek. They were mutilated, and I'm not to sure that they were all even human. I took video of it, and I plan on posting it in a few minutes.
As for that thing that ambushed me, I'm positive that it was that thing from the half burned journal page. I've decided to nick-name him Sack Face, because of that ragged mask he wears. The scream it made wasn't captured on the camera's audio, it was glitching out to bad, I guess. It was enough to make my blood curdle, and I just ran off. I can't really describe what happened to me when I heard it, but it almost felt like whenever I have one of my episodes, like I'm being forced out of my head, and something else wants to get in and stay there.
I'm guess that I now have both the tall bastard and Sack Face on my ass. Oh, well, I guess. I have to find out what these things are, what the cult has to do with them, and who G is. I don't care if I have to dig up an old Voodoo book I have to find some way to summon her, I will do it.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Q&A with G Part 2 Recovered
Hello, peoples. I have spent the last week slaving over my computer, attempting to get the second half of the Q&A with G video recovered. Eventually, I closed the lid on my laptop in disgust after I tried seemingly every possible solution to my problem. The next morning, I restarted my laptop, and the video was on my laptop. That is quite possibly the happiest I have been in a while. Anyway, I'll either upload it tonight or during the day tomorrow. The quality is really bad, but I'm just happy that I have it.
On another note, I was going to explore 271 E. Oakland this weekend. However, I as that neighborhood is "dangerous," I will have to find someone to go there with. I might have to settle with getting back with Stevie to check it out. I wouldn't get my hopes up, though.
Again, changing topics, at the end of the conversation with G, she brought up an old friend. Her name was Joan. I met her a few years ago, and we were pretty close friends. Unfortunately, she died when an accidental fire burned down her residence. At least, I'm pretty sure she did. I never personally saw her body, and the casket at her funeral was closed. When G said she was alive, I was ecstatic. However, I now doubt that she was telling the truth. She is most likely lying to distract me from what is important, investigating this cult and their gods.
I know, I'm crazy for trying to follow them, but last time I stopped, they kidnapped me. While I have no confirmation that the two are connected, I don't feel that I really need it. I want to find out all that I can about them. They fascinate and perplex me, the way that mankind has always been fascinated by fire. I simply can not stop thinking about them, the tall thing, and that hunched-over thing with the mask. It is truly perplexing.
I'm fine, William is fine, and Stevie is fine. There is no need to worry about us, as we are all safe.
On another note, I was going to explore 271 E. Oakland this weekend. However, I as that neighborhood is "dangerous," I will have to find someone to go there with. I might have to settle with getting back with Stevie to check it out. I wouldn't get my hopes up, though.
Again, changing topics, at the end of the conversation with G, she brought up an old friend. Her name was Joan. I met her a few years ago, and we were pretty close friends. Unfortunately, she died when an accidental fire burned down her residence. At least, I'm pretty sure she did. I never personally saw her body, and the casket at her funeral was closed. When G said she was alive, I was ecstatic. However, I now doubt that she was telling the truth. She is most likely lying to distract me from what is important, investigating this cult and their gods.
I know, I'm crazy for trying to follow them, but last time I stopped, they kidnapped me. While I have no confirmation that the two are connected, I don't feel that I really need it. I want to find out all that I can about them. They fascinate and perplex me, the way that mankind has always been fascinated by fire. I simply can not stop thinking about them, the tall thing, and that hunched-over thing with the mask. It is truly perplexing.
I'm fine, William is fine, and Stevie is fine. There is no need to worry about us, as we are all safe.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Dissent in the Ranks
Hi, peoples. I'm sorry that I haven't said anything in a while, but we are experiencing the horrors that are end of course tests. Yes, we are having EOCs in March. It is incredibly idiotic.
However, that is not what I am here to talk about. A couple of days ago, Stevie, William, and I got into an argument. That may not sound odd to you, but we NEVER fight. It's odd. Any way, I have pretty much stopped meeting them at lunch, for now anyway. All of this occult bullshit has driven a wedge pretty deep between us. Stevie doesn't believe that any of this is a real threat, despite that thing showing up in my backyard.
Also, I got a call from G earlier this week. I have video, but I have not uploaded it yet. I am hoping to do that this Monday, maybe. She revealed a lot, but was also very vague.
I want you all to know that I am fine. Do not worry about me, I can handle this. I plan on updating this weekly from now on, so check back regularly. Thanks to anyone who has followed me this far, and if you can offer me any help, I will gladly accept it, as I'm sure that William and Stevie will.
However, that is not what I am here to talk about. A couple of days ago, Stevie, William, and I got into an argument. That may not sound odd to you, but we NEVER fight. It's odd. Any way, I have pretty much stopped meeting them at lunch, for now anyway. All of this occult bullshit has driven a wedge pretty deep between us. Stevie doesn't believe that any of this is a real threat, despite that thing showing up in my backyard.
Also, I got a call from G earlier this week. I have video, but I have not uploaded it yet. I am hoping to do that this Monday, maybe. She revealed a lot, but was also very vague.
I want you all to know that I am fine. Do not worry about me, I can handle this. I plan on updating this weekly from now on, so check back regularly. Thanks to anyone who has followed me this far, and if you can offer me any help, I will gladly accept it, as I'm sure that William and Stevie will.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
I Should Have Told You Sooner
Hey, guys. Spring Break 2015 has started with a bang, apparently. Last night, I misplaced my pills. amd had a severe breakdown. Normally, I wouldn't have said anything, but some dude who refers to himself as "das schiff" hijacked my YouTube page, and posted a video of it.
Das Schiff in German means "The Ship," or "The Vessel." The journal refers to Das Schiff not as a name, but as a title. In any one branch of the Crusade, there are two vessels. The book doesn't explain the duties of the vessels, but they are the next-to-center level of the hierarchy, second to a Being, whatever that means.
I'm not even sure how he got the footage. It was taken by my camera around 1 pm last night. I remember all of it until I started hallucinating. I'm sorry, I should have told you before this, but I don't exactly like talking about my problem.
When I go into that state, I sink into my delusions. I have filmed myself before it happens several times before out of curiosity. From what I can tell, I see a few different things. The most common one is a very tall man. I can't describe anymore than that because, honestly, I can't remember anything else.
I must have returned to my bed before 2:30, because at that time I woke up with blood smeared on my face. At the time, it was a total mystery to me. Now, after seeing the video, it makes more sense. I must have smeared the blood on my face when I was sucking my blood. I have no idea what possessed me to think that that was a good thing to do.
As of now, I have found my medicine in a box on the top shelf of my closet. I have no idea how it got there, and, as long as I have them, don't care.
Das Schiff in German means "The Ship," or "The Vessel." The journal refers to Das Schiff not as a name, but as a title. In any one branch of the Crusade, there are two vessels. The book doesn't explain the duties of the vessels, but they are the next-to-center level of the hierarchy, second to a Being, whatever that means.
I'm not even sure how he got the footage. It was taken by my camera around 1 pm last night. I remember all of it until I started hallucinating. I'm sorry, I should have told you before this, but I don't exactly like talking about my problem.
When I go into that state, I sink into my delusions. I have filmed myself before it happens several times before out of curiosity. From what I can tell, I see a few different things. The most common one is a very tall man. I can't describe anymore than that because, honestly, I can't remember anything else.
I must have returned to my bed before 2:30, because at that time I woke up with blood smeared on my face. At the time, it was a total mystery to me. Now, after seeing the video, it makes more sense. I must have smeared the blood on my face when I was sucking my blood. I have no idea what possessed me to think that that was a good thing to do.
As of now, I have found my medicine in a box on the top shelf of my closet. I have no idea how it got there, and, as long as I have them, don't care.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Fire and Ice
Today is a day of mixed emotions. School was delayed two hours because of some snow/ice hybrid that has dominated our Texas roads, so I got adequate sleep for the first time in years, lunch was uneventful, and, with the exception of some ice, it was pretty boring. That is, until I checked my local news source.
At approximately 1 pm, 271 East Oakland Street caught fire. The fire crews did the best that they could to put out the fire, but they didn't risk entering the house because of its shoddiness. Two hours later, it completely collapsed. William, Stevie, and I had made plans earlier this week to go and check it out. I guess that isn't an option now.
Honestly, I don't know what happened there. I think that it could have been connected to the Crusaders, but it could have just as easily been started by squatters trying to keep warm. For the moment, I am not going to make any judgments. I am thinking about stopping by later to see if I can find any connections from the building to the Crusaders. This is getting very interesting.
I haven't told my family or very many of my friends about what has been happening. I know that they don't need to know, but I still feel a bit guilty keeping this from them, considering how this research is now taking up a fair bit of my next-to-non-existent social life
At approximately 1 pm, 271 East Oakland Street caught fire. The fire crews did the best that they could to put out the fire, but they didn't risk entering the house because of its shoddiness. Two hours later, it completely collapsed. William, Stevie, and I had made plans earlier this week to go and check it out. I guess that isn't an option now.
Honestly, I don't know what happened there. I think that it could have been connected to the Crusaders, but it could have just as easily been started by squatters trying to keep warm. For the moment, I am not going to make any judgments. I am thinking about stopping by later to see if I can find any connections from the building to the Crusaders. This is getting very interesting.
I haven't told my family or very many of my friends about what has been happening. I know that they don't need to know, but I still feel a bit guilty keeping this from them, considering how this research is now taking up a fair bit of my next-to-non-existent social life
Monday, February 9, 2015
Information and the Future
Hey, guys. Jaxon here. I'll be maintaining this as well as all the other sites for the project, being that I am now the "Technical Producer." Whoop!
Anyway, on a much more somber note, the old series is ending. I know, we never got around to making the documentary on the ever-so-interesting lives of random teenagers, and I am sorry to disappoint you all. Wait, no one cared about that? Nevermind, then.
We have elected, well, all but Lydia, to reserve the channel for our digging up whatever this cult is. Who knows? We might help solve a twenty year old serial killer case.
We are split on whether we are going to go in-person to see the address on the card. I did, however, check it out on Google Maps. The neighborhood looks normal, but something doesn't seem right. G hasn't done anything directly malevolent, even though she has had the chance. Besides, she did get the journal back from the Crusaders somehow.
I haven't gotten any closer to figuring out what the writings, symbols, or drawings in the journal mean yet, though, after seeing all that was in it, I am now convinced that the Crusaders are behind the murders.
Anyway, I think that later this week, if we can't make time to investigate 271 East Oakland, I'll upload a video of us asking around to see if anyone at the school recognizes the symbols in the journal.
Anyway, on a much more somber note, the old series is ending. I know, we never got around to making the documentary on the ever-so-interesting lives of random teenagers, and I am sorry to disappoint you all. Wait, no one cared about that? Nevermind, then.
We have elected, well, all but Lydia, to reserve the channel for our digging up whatever this cult is. Who knows? We might help solve a twenty year old serial killer case.
We are split on whether we are going to go in-person to see the address on the card. I did, however, check it out on Google Maps. The neighborhood looks normal, but something doesn't seem right. G hasn't done anything directly malevolent, even though she has had the chance. Besides, she did get the journal back from the Crusaders somehow.
I haven't gotten any closer to figuring out what the writings, symbols, or drawings in the journal mean yet, though, after seeing all that was in it, I am now convinced that the Crusaders are behind the murders.
Anyway, I think that later this week, if we can't make time to investigate 271 East Oakland, I'll upload a video of us asking around to see if anyone at the school recognizes the symbols in the journal.
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