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.