What the hell?

What the fuck? Something happened to my Youtube channel. I guess someone hacked it and deleted it... Fuck, whatever. I  think I can just add a vide onto this post. Let's see if this'll work.

Oh fucking finally. There. There you have it. God I hate listening to that.

Alright, well guess I didn't break my ankle completely, but I sprained it really badly and there's a minor hairline fracture. Got it all wrapped up and shit, should be good to go. Not too bad, I can hobble around with crutches. I should be able to walk normally again in a month or so, I guess we'll see. I'm going to try and lay low, now that I'm injured, and am certainly a hell of a lot less able to fight back should anything come the fuck after me.

Also, about my truck. My friend (same one who drove me to the hospital), drove me around and we found the forest. My truck was parked behind the old barn. However, someone scratched a giant symbol on the door. Not too happy about it. I'm sure you all know what symbol I mean, I've been in this business long enough to have figured it out. The fuckin' operator symbol was scratched into my paint! And that goddamn truck just got repainted a year ago! For Chrissake, no regard for anything what-so-ever... Anyways, my friends Chriss and Matt our over now and they're yelling at me to "get off your fucking computer, Matt's stomach is eating itself and I'm a few seconds away from eating him!". Guess this means we gotta go get food. My house is like a freakin' barren wasteland. Shit.

Eh, I'll update you guys maybe in a day or two. Hopefully, all can remain quiet.

This is getting out of hand.

And it may even be taking a turn toward cliche, for Christ's sake! I blacked out again, but this time most likely from the pain, on my way to my truck. When I came too, I wearily got up and headed back outside only to see that my truck was not there. Which means either two things: a) it was stolen when I was gone or b) wherever the hell I went, I took it with me.

I think I'll ask a friend of mine for a drive to wherever I woke the hell up. Oh I hope to God it's there. I do not have the money to buy a new truck right damn now!

EDIT; And by the way, the one post right before I went M.I.A., part of that was just me slamming my head onto the keyboard after, I guess, being knocked out (by what, I have no fucking idea), but the part underneath makes no sense. I have a feeling it's a code, but I have never, ever seen it before. I've seen the ones like Binary, the Ceasar Shift Cipher, and the like, but that one is really out there. I wonder if it's a code with in a code?

Uh, another blogger wrote that he thought it was a Youtube link, but it doesn't work. I don't think it's a link if that's the case. I'll plug it into as many code decipherers as I can find and ask around about it tomorrow. Right now, I've gotta find a way to get my ass to the freaking hospital. Hope one of my friends will be willing to drive, don't think I can stay out the rest of the night like this, I'm starting to feel a shitload of pain.

I don't know where the fuck I've been for the past... day? Hell if I know. Anyways, I woke up right as I was about to fall out of this fucking oak tree. Think I broke my ankle. I don't even fucking remember how I got there. Half awake and in a whole shitload of pain I dragged my ass out some random forest and stumbled back home. I knew the way, somehow, don't know why, I've never even seen anything there before in my life. It was like some old decrepit farm. The house looked burned. I dunno. I'll look it up later.

In the meantime, I can't feel my left leg now. I think I should head over to the hospital, as much as I hate it.

I have no idea what the fuck just happened. I guess I blacked out yesterday from lack of sleep, and then I was woken up a few minutes ago by something slamming itself against the wall seperating my bedroom from my living room. Fuck, I really hope something just fell, but I'm too fucking out of it to go look.

Anyways, about the audio clip. It's too long to fit in one single video, so I gotta figure out a way to break it up.

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The Audio Clip

I got my hands on the audio clip. I'm going to listen to it now, and I'll edit this and post up the video when I get it all together.

Oh god, Dahlia, I'm so sorry.

Shit.

This image was just sent to me:

That... was my friend who was just murdered, Dahlia McKinney. The code at the side reads something like "wasnt she pretty".

He's in the background there. Took me a while to find him, but he's right there... Fuck, I remember taking that picture. She wanted to see her friend's graves on the anniversary of Dave's death. I took the picture there. At the time, everything seemed to so quiet and peaceful... That bastard.

I emailed this one guy who I guess Dahlia contacted. He killed her, of course. Of course He did. Anyways, this guy said He sent him an audio clip. It must be her. She said she wanted to tell her story before she dissapeared. That's why I decided to make this blog, to do what I thought she never would've been able to do. When I get my hands on this audio file, I'll either find a way to put it in another post or upload it to youtube...

Hell, I can't even think right now. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

The Beginning

Got some free time on my hands... Figured I could get this pony show on the road.

About five years ago, when I was 18 and still in highschool, I was dating this girl Selena. She was pretty out there and enjoyed a lot of dark, creepy things. She laughed at horror movies and got off on blood and gore. At the time, I thought nothing of it really. I kinda liked having such a strong, bad ass girl by my side. And then, things went downhill. She started becoming jumpy. I couldn't even touch her without her flinching away. Finally, I questioned her about it. The only thing she said was, "He comes". And then, the next day, she went missing.

Her body never turned up, but a month later, bags of organs were found strung up in the trees. They were identified as Selena Arden's. I attended her funeral a week later, what was left of her having been cremated and then buried.

Her words always bothered me back then. "He comes." Who was he? Why was he after her? After a while, I began to hate myself. Maybe I could have saved her, you know? Maybe I could have helped her, stopped whatever was after her, and save her... But I didn't. I just dismissed it as a joke and just like that, she was gone.

And then, I soon realized whatever it was that had gotten her, was coming after me. I saw him, it, that tall humanoid creature... It stood at the edge of the forest and watched me, but never made any move. I attempted to ignore it, thinking maybe it was just a joke. But everyday I would look out there and it would be there. I finally started seeing it around my school and work. When I graduated highschool, it was there by the trees.

One day, I decided to confront it. Grabbing a bat, I charged out there, screaming at the fucker to leave me alone. It seemed vaguely startled, even though I saw no emotion on that faceless head, and it took a step back before disappearing, right as I swung the bat. That earned more screaming, cussing, and flailing. Finally, I gave up and stalked inside, wondering if I was crazy.

I moved to Des Moine about a month after that, hoping whatever it was wouldn't follow me. For a while, I didn't see it. And then it showed up again, even more frequently. There was a park that I walked by every day and he was always there, standing by the swing set. I ignored him and went about my days. He didn't seem to want to harm me, so I figured what the hell, just let the freak be.

Curiosity, however, got the best of me. I began to search around the internet for 'tall, faceless creature in suit'. I didn't find anything. Closing the page, I felt highly unsatisfied. That was when something started tapping on my window. I turned to it and sure enough, the faceless creature was standing at it. It was so tall that it had to bend over to show it's 'face'. I swear, even though it had no eyes, that thing was staring at me. Freaking terrifying. I screamed in a not so dignified manor, jumped up, and bolted from the room. Things only got worse from there. There was a constant tapping at my window during the night and I now saw that thing not just outside, but also in most any of the building's I went to, besides my house. I began to get strange notes, some written in what looked like codes, others in scratchy letters. On almost every note there was a circle with an x through it, or some other strange symbol.

All in all, I got about five notes that whole year. The next year, 2007, was even worse. I got about ten notes and that frequency of my sightings tripled.

And then, when it turned to 2008, everything just kinda stopped. That was, until I met Dahlia McKinney. She ran into the coffee shop I worked out, frantic and looking for somewhere to hide. I, being the personable person I am, was sent to help her. I managed to sit her down in the back room and poured her a cup of coffee, hoping to soothe her, before I asked what was wrong. "That man followed me down the street!" she sobbed. That struck a nerve with me.

"What man?" I asked. "Is he still there?" She nodded and looked pointedly towards the window. Sure enough, tall and slender was standing there. I gasped and jumped up, exclaiming, "You see him too!"

She looked vaguely startled, and then regarded me suspiciously. "Wait, you know of him? He follows you too?" I nodded and nervously approached the window, before closing the blinds. Obviously, we wasn't too happy about that, because he started banging on the window then. I turned back to Dahlia and sat back down.

"He killed my girlfriend," I told her. It felt odd to say that, but I was so certain of it.

"He killed my friends," she responded quietly, staring at the window. With every thump my heart beat increased and my head spun. Finally, it stopped and we relaxed.

"I'm Dahlia, by the way," she said. I noted how soft spoken and shy she was.

"My name's Ryan," I said. We sat in akward silence then, until she got up and thanked me. We exchanged contact info, and I didn't see her for another month.


Alright, I'm gonna cut this off there, gotta go. He's at my window. Don't think he likes me posting this.

First Post

They're right in front of you, but sometimes it's too late to see them.

Hello. My name is Ryan. I am making this blog to organize the last few days of my life. I know I don't have very much longer to live. He's coming for me. Anyways... I'll tell you my story, and you can feel free to think I'm crazy, but all this is very much real... The murder of my best friend proves this.

I don't know when I'll get around to starting the story, but it should be soon. Got some things to take care of first, though.

Don't mind me, I'm just a crazy man doing crazy things and hoping someone will believe me.