infection

just an update:

all progress on tracking down this "ashley's" friends is postponed, due to an infection in my foot that is keeping me from doing any running.

and considering where this situation is going, im guessing i may need my ability to both run and stand strongly in the event of an outburst.

so, tommorow ill be having the infection cut out of my foot. ill have to let it heal for two weeks, but after that i will have the means sufficient to begin my investigation.

that is all.

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connections.

the points on the graph of my story are starting to connect.

reflecting back on the young woman i found in the dumpster a month or so ago, i saw a correlation between my encounter and a post by a user named "hacim"

i called upon one of my more technically savvy acquaintances to recover the old account that this user was posting with. sure enough he was able to recover the post i was looking for. this "ashely" girl matches the description of the body i found.


also, this user had an obsession with the number three, or "the trinity of life" as he called it.

i have realized something; there was a freshman who goes to my high school. her name was ashely. and i haven't seen her sense about the time hacim posted his "encounter".

she had a group of friends she hung out with regularly. this "cult" however, i do not have any knowledge of.


her friends however...well, we'll see how much they know.



plots thicken.


i will find out what is going on.

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three strokes.

there are three strokes of blood on my wall.



all three are verticle, and perpindicular to eachother.



they are painted onto the wall at the foot of my bed.



needless to say. im interested.



who. why. how. to what ends??



..........we shall see.....



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i watch them.

the puppets.

they dance.

such a very emotional dance.

i guess thats the funniest part really.

they truly believe that they have some power.

as if they are soldiers in some army of "faith" fighting an imaginary devil.



go ahead puppets.

dance to the sounds of the steeples sermons.

when the world burns, and your gods turn to ash.

when you drown in the blackened tar of bitterness, of being fooled and made a tool out of.


i shall float alone among the wreckage, a pawn, unused and un-needed.

i will live.

now, the real question, which even i am still wondering, is this; is the living good or bad?

is it a boon that i will survive??

or i simple another burden...

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long time no see,

its been a while.


cue the socially expected merry christmas, happy new years, great thank giving shit

now that we're done with that, a bit of interesting info; ive been called. about three or four times now. by some one with a voice modifier. his voice has been very raspy and breathey, like the stereo-typical "ghost, specter and/or evil sorcerer" voice.

so for, ive only answered once. its a restricted number each time. in the first call i was only able to ask him wether he had somehting he wanted to say to me.

his response was "*wheeze* yes *wheeze*". he left the conversation at that.

if he calls again , i think im going to answer.

i know, not the most intelligent descision. but im curiouse to what he has to say.

im guessing either hes going to kill me, or recruit me and kill me if i refuse.


should be fun.

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