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.

35 NO INTERNET FOR A WHILE

As our vacation progressed we moved more and more towards uninhabited regions, in which the internet's reach was null. We had a pretty good time. We are all the way in Vegas now, which is pretty sweet. I've never actually been, so it's quite awesome.

This update, however, is not to tell you what we're doing. It is actually in regards to the newest video posted on the Afraid At Home channel. The link is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LMC30r6Sko

If I was confused before, now I am more than ever. In the video Kyle seems to have no recollection of any of the past events in the channel. His looks make me assume that this video was taken before the videos on the channel, but the way he acts is different. He sounds way deuchier than in previous entries. Not to mention the house he lives in is different, as well as saying that he just got back from seeing his parents. I mean, what the fuck?

Is this a joke from FATHER and PLAGUE? If not I don't know what to make of this video.

34 UPDATE

Wow. Our brief vacation turned into something quite awesome. We borrowed Hannah's dad's RV and we went all the way to the Grand Canyon. We spent two days there, then we went to see some friends in Colorado. And now we are currently parked in a little town called Garden City in Kansas. It's pretty chill here. There is a sweet little zoo that is free to enter. We are having a blast.

It's good to leave the house for a while. I haven't had any odd dreams like I have in the past throughout the trip. But a few nights ago I had an odd feeling, like I shouldn't have left my house. I am almost scared to see what I may find once I get back. Because of that, me and Hannah will be on vacation for a little while longer. 

33 MORE THOUGHTS

Since as of lately I haven't had any odd dreams, or any odd occurrences, as well as no new videos from Plague, I've had a lot of time to think of things.

I just want to leave you with a lingering thought I've been having:

In the latest video, FATHER seems rather certain of finding SAVIOR among the followers of the AfraidAtHome channel. Well, what if SAVIOR is not among them? What then? Does FATHER keep searching elsewhere? And what of me then?

I am getting increasingly worried. I am leaving for a brief vacation with Hannah. I'll be back soon.

32 THOUGHTS AND FATHER/KYLE/WHATEVER THE HELL

So PLAGUE uploaded a new video of FATHER.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6vKOY9LzzQ

This one is dated 7-30-2012. What I get from this is that, because around that time I (the Prophet, I gather) have been "slacking off", he is desperately trying to find this Savior person and this Savior person might just be you (that is if you have been following the Afraidathome youtube channel). I am not sure what leads Kyle/FATHER to make this assessment, but, y'know? Why the fuck not? 

I heard this before from a user named Angela Ludia in the comment section of one of my blog entries. Apparently she is this Mediator Kyle/FATHER appointed to be the middle man between him and the common user. 

If you didn't catch it, PLAGUE needs you to answer the following questions (as well as your contact info, and you filming yourself answering these questions, or at least a picture of yourself):

1) Who rules DOMINION?
2) How many CHILDREN are there?
3) Where is WHISPER kept?

I'm not sure how to contact Angela, but in case you have a google+ account (you poor bastard) here is hers. Maybe you'll have some luck there: https://plus.google.com/101495626001399381494/posts

EDIT: YOU CAN CONTACT THE MEDIATOR RIGHT HERE: araennaleane@gmail.com

That is all for now. No new dreams to report, even though I must say that I have been seeing that pale white thing in some of my other (unrelated) dreams lately. 

31 THE WHITE CREATURE

I had another dream last night. It wasn't like the others at all. 

I was in the middle of a forest. It wasn't dark, but it was rather dim. I was walking through it. It was very peaceful and silent, but a very unnatural type of silence. When you're in a forest alone, you can still hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the sound of insects during their daily activities, as well as the sound of your own footsteps crackling on dead leaves. Here there was nothing, just the sound of my breath.

As I was walking I came across a giant tree. It was big, strong, and inviting. I headed towards it, when suddenly I realized there was something at the base of it moving. I hid behind a bush, and got a closer look. It was a naked man, or maybe a woman even. It really had no discernible features, except for its long claws and  small black eyes. It appeared to be eating something.

As I got a closer look I realized to my horror that its meal was...me. Suddenly I found myself dead, but conscious, as the creature kept devouring me. I could feel every single bite. Suddenly the creature spoke to me; not that it actually talked to me, but I heard its voice. It was chilling. It said: "They will come for you when they are done. Then the feast will begin."

I woke up right after that. I would dismiss it as just a regular dream, but the feeling I had throughout it was as real as the dreams I've had with Kyle and the faceless people.

I'm starting to be very restless...

You've got to be kidding me...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkoGPr3sNoE

30-2 THE NIGHTMARE

So here's the deal: 

the other night I had one of the most stomach wrenching nightmare's I've had in my entire life. I don't really remember much of it, just the two red eyes staring, not at me, but inside me. It could see everything, all my faults, all my secrets. Then I heard a voice, but I don't remember what it said. Next thing I know I woke up trembling and bleeding from my nose. I headed to my computer to write it all down (failing miserably to make any sense). After writing everything, I threw up and passed out. 

The one thing that sticks out however is a series of names and phrases. The names were: Hannah, Kyle, Jake, and Plague.

The phrase was: "The mediator will find him."

I'm about to go to work now, so I just thought I'd make a quick update, in case anyone was actually concerned.

Good day.

30 THhE NIGthm=Mare

Fuck I don'r a
I just woke up from thnhe worst dream  i am still trembling. I justs need to get it on pblog

SSHIT! OH SHIT

The sounddds are back! The fucking sounds.!!

The red eyess we rein my head. I herad the vocie! HIS voice was terrible.'

I am bllloeding from mym nose


                          i don't underrstang
tHIOS IS NOT A JOKE

alll of this isn real 

I know the names!

KYLE

HANNAH

JAKE

i do not know the foorth. Just PLAGUE .

i wi

29 THE DREAM (FOURTH TIME)

I had not had "the dream" for a while now, until last night.

Everything was exactly as usual: people aligned, Hannah (looking beautiful in a Victorian era dress), and the other man, staring at me with worried eyes. I looked around not seeing Kyle this time.

I looked over at a man standing opposite Hannah. He was faceless, and wearing a suit, like all the others. I concentrated deeply to visualize his face, but something went wrong somewhere. The faceless man turned his head towards me. I suddenly felt a deep blow in my stomach. The man's suit suddenly turned into a cloak, with a hood, and his face turned into a mask. It was one of the masks those plague doctors used to wear, kind of like this:

The masked mad kept staring at me. Suddenly Kyle finally appeared. He was smiling a crooked smile. He walked up to me and softly whispered "My son has awakened. Now find the other children."

I must have given him the wrong look, because at that moment his smile turned to a frown, his eyes turned red, and he hit me in the stomach so hard I woke up instantly. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I've felt sick all day. I guess, either it was an extremely vivid dream, or Kyle is up to something...

28 HANNAH'S HOUSE

I finally summoned the courage to talk to Hannah. I went over last night. She seemed to have mixed feelings about seeing me: part of her was relieved after not hearing from me for days, while the other part was raging for the exact same reason. 


I explained to her everything, from the empty apartment to the blank files. She seemed a bit perplexed. She said her brother might still have the original copies of the reports in his room. We checked with her brother, but he didn't seem to remember any such reports. He then logged on to the police records from his computer and searched for 'Kyle Emerson': the search form read 'invalid entry'.


We went back to her room, and sat down without talking for a little while. But I could hear the sound of our thoughts scratching at the walls like claws...except those weren't our thoughts I was hearing. We both looked at each other as the weird sounds got louder and LOUDER and LOUDER! 


and suddenly stopped


There was silence for a few long seconds, then the power went out. I couldn't see anything but I could feel Hannah's hand reaching for mine. I held it tightly, as it shivered in fear. 


From the dark appeared to red eyes staring at us. They were filled with rage. In that moment, I longed for death, as it would've erased those horrible eyes from my memories. 


Hannah held back a scream. I asked the eyes what they wanted. I received a deep silence as an answer. The eyes suddenly disappeared into thin air, and the lights came back on.


Me and Hannah could finally breathe. 


I got up, and instinctively looked out of the window. Hannah begged me not to leave. The thought was no where near my head. Especially not, after seeing a tall man in a black hood staring at us from across the street. He saw me looking over at him and walked away.


I closed the curtains, kissed Hannah, and got under the covers with her.

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