What happened part 3

The day after we left the town in which Kyle lived in, I got a call from a restricted number. I recorded it about half way through.

What happened part 2

First of all, for those unbelievers, here are some of the pictures of the apartment Hannah took, before we found out who used to live here.

Also, about that last picture, we both have no idea what happened. It is unedited, and it is absolutely astonishing that such energy is still trapped in that apartment. 

Hannah's thought was that possibly Kyle's soul might still be trapped in that house. The thought horrifies me and I'd rather not think about it.

What happened part 1

I've talked it over with Hannah, and we've decided to reveal (mostly) everything that has happened during our vacation:

By the time we were in Oklahoma, we were having such a good time. We had put everything behind us, and we were so close to just leaving all we knew and starting our life back up there. We never clearly stated, but we were surrounded with this calming and peaceful air, and we just knew that that was best.

For a while we even went around all these pretty small town, looking for a place to live. We found a bunch of old affordable apartments, with lots of history and character. As we were looking through apartments, I spotted one I really really liked.

Me and Hannah checked it out with the landlord, and we fell in love with it. The brick wall, the carpeting, everything! And it was so affordable! When I went upstairs, though, I went inside one of the rooms, and it hit me, like a punch in the stomach. I felt sick, and my head started spinning.

I realized we were in Kyle's old house.

In that moment I knew we couldn't escape. This was our fate, and we were just delaying the inevitable. I looked out of the window, and there Kyle stood, watching us, smiling. 

I ran down stairs, and out the door, and by the time I was outside he was gone. I was surrounded by a sense of helplessness and self pity. We had to leave immediately. 

hmmm

I guess the "games" have begun. I'm still working out a few things. Be patient. I'll make sure to update soon...

UPDATE (i forget numbers)

It's been a while. We are back in our hometown. A few things have happened to both me and Hannah on our drive back we are not quite ready to discuss yet. But we might in the future. I'll have to ask her permission first. I don't want to disclose our personal lives with everyone without making sure she is okay with it.

I am distraught.

I know what I am supposed to be doing, but I will wait. I am not ready to face what I have been put on this Earth for. It both calls to me, and terrifies me. I will update soon with more. We'll see. Hannah needs me to be here for her right now. 

announcement

As I have lost a bet (as well as being sincere), I must declare something on this blog...

I AM IN LOVE WITH HANNAH DIVECCHIO!!!

There! You happy?!?!

36 DREAM OF OTHER WORLDS

After a long delay, I finally had another one of my odd dreams. I was in an abyss of darkness. Sounds pretentious and trite, but that's the best way to describe it, rather than saying it was really really dark. 

I was just there in this dark space floating around and about, when two red eyes opened before me. It was the giant man who always tried to kill me in my other dreams. I can't really recall his facial features other than his eyes, but I do remember his name. He was the WATCHER. 

I was very scared of him at first, thinking he might want to do me harm again. But the more I stayed with him, the more comforting his presence became. He told me that, a long long time ago, he created bridges between my world and other worlds. Each world was exactly the same in shape and form, the only thing that differed was the souls of the people that inhabited them. Even though the people that lived in each world looked alike, they were in fact very different beings in heart and mind. 

In the ancient days people used these bridges freely. But after some sort of incident, he locked up these bridges and sealed away in them the creatures that created this distress. 

Then he apologized for killing me in my dreams, but made sure to know that each time I envisioned someone's face, I was awakening the soul of one of these creatures that was sealed away. He was merely trying to stop me. So I guess in part, everything that has happened to Kyle, Justin, me and Hannah...it's all my fault.

At the realization of this, I began to weep in my dream. The WATCHER comforted me and told me that not all is lost. There is still something that can be done, but he couldn't tell me just yet. He said that as the PROPHET it will all soon be revealed to me.

I am heading back home tomorrow. It will take me a couple of days, but I think I know what I need to do: confront PLAGUE.