27 KYLE'S APARTMENT

So two days ago (sorry I had a lot of work and personal stuff to tend to, to update) I asked my landlady if she had seen Kyle in a while. She seemed very confused, so I clarified by asking her about the tenant next door to mine. She seemed even more confused. Then she told me the last tenant moved out 4 months ago and she has had a hard time finding someone to move in. I, Zeke, the cynic, the bastard, called her out on this bullshit prank.


She seemed a bit offended, as she took her keys and walked with me to the apartment next door. She opened it and what I saw tied a knot in my stomach so harshly I almost threw up: NOTHING. 


Not a goddamn thing...


No furniture, no boxes, no Kyle. NO KYLE.


She asked me if everything was alright, as she obviously noticed I was perturbed. I lied. I went back home, and looked for all the papers Hannah's brother got for me regarding Kyle. 


I choked as I realized they were all blank.


I sat on my bed thinking all night.


I am sick. 


As I was sitting there I realized something. The world that surrounds us is our reality. In that moment when someone disproves your reality, your universe implodes within itself. I don't know what to do. Maybe this is what depressed people feel every day. Poor bastards.


My obsession with Kyle has been simply that: an obsession. Something crazy people do. Am I crazy?


I haven't talked to Hannah in two days. Maybe I need to. But I am scared. What's happening?

OF COURSE...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTMtpVkBr7o&feature=plcp

26 INACTIVITY

Well, there seems to be a lot of inactivity with the Plague account lately (as well as my poetry, but to be fair I doubt anyone actually cared/enjoyed it, so I promise I will stop). Not sure how to take that. To be fair, the whole Plague thing scared the shit out of me. Any time one of his videos is posted I start shaking inexplicably. 


Anyways, life is mostly back to normal. The sounds have ceased for the most part, and Kyle seems to have disappeared. Just for closure I might go ask the owner of the apartment complex if he moved out. Just to make sure...


Anyhow, someone has asked me where the Stargazer name came from. Because of my favorite band: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csPEitRRfuM

25 UUH

And here is where I get pissed off:


I did not write that colorful message from the previous post. At this point I'm starting to draw another parallel with Afraid At Home. 


-Messages written without the user's knowledge: check


Just in case, I made sure to tell Hannah and to ask her to tell me in case I start acting strange or drifting away similarly to what Kyle went through.


On the other hand, this could be a prank. Some asshole with nothing better to do hacked into my account and posted random meaningless bullshit. Very fucking funny man. I am so happy you got your laugh. Now I'm changing all my passwords, and if whoever it was (if this was a prank) does it again, I will go apeshit.


I apologize for my language, but I'm truly not in a good mood right now.

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24 REPORT

Not much really has happened in the past few days. The sounds have been steadily decreasing: they used to go on for hours, but now they last only ten to twenty minutes at a time, which is good. 


I guess me and Hannah are 'dating' you might say. Not really a fan of that label, but another word to describe going steady with a girl I've developed romantic feeling towards eludes me. Oh...I guess I could say I'm going steady? Or is that term antiquated? 


Anyhow, I saw Kyle again the other day, after a long time. I was walking to work and he was standing across the street, just watching. He looked particularly pissed off. He did not approach me, I did not approach him. That was all.


I haven't had any new dreams lately.

INTERLUDE

As someone graciously messaged me, I have found this Youtube account by someone named "Plague". It appears to have nothing to do with me, but a video contains images of Kyle, as well as mentioning a "prophet", as Kyle did the other night. I warn you, as some of the videos may be NSFW.


PLAGUE'S YOUTUBE

23 DATE NIGHT

Last night, me and Hannah went out to eat. We were having a good time. I am starting to enjoy our time together even more lately. I have thoughts about us that I'm not willing to share with her just yet, but they remain there, etched permanently into my brain.


We got to the restaurant, and about twenty minutes into our meal, I noticed, sitting behind us at the bar area, Kyle. I asked Hannah to excuse me and I headed over there. I asked him what he was doing, and he answered by saying we needed to talk. I told him I was on a date: he ignored me. 


He went on to talk about how the process is taking too much time. He said that he thought the prophet would be more powerful, or some shit like that. I told him to stay away from me, to which he responded by threatening Hannah's safety. I was livid to say the least! I told him to stay away from us or I would call the police. He smiled, stood up, gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked out. 


I sat back down with Hannah, but my night was ruined. I know an empty threat when I hear one, and that sure as hell wasn't one.

22 THE DREAM (THIRD TIME)

Last night I had it again. Same old thing, seven people blah blah blah. Once again Kyle was there, and so was Hannah. She looked at me with sad, yet loving eyes. It felt like she was pitying me for some reason. I looked over at the person standing across from Hannah: it was a man this time. He was wearing a nice Victorian age suit, with a bow tie. As the rest of the people the man was faceless. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Like last time, the room quickly faded into darkness, as the giant red eyed man appeared out of thin air yet again. He commanded me to stop once more, but I kept thinking harder and harder.


He waved his hand towards me to crush me, but Kyle jumped in front of it and stopped it. I could feel a sort of power emanating from Kyle. It was sort of inhuman. 


Finally the face appeared on the man. He was handsome, with a beard, and he somewhat reminded me of Kyle. I guess Kyle thought the same: he walked up towards the man in awe (or was it shock), which soon turned into rage. He turned towards me, hatred filling his eyes, and left into the shadows. 


I woke up, confused, drained, and more tired than before I went to bed.