Just some time

So I've done some digging.

A lot of digging. People have been disappearing all over the island.

 Not tons of people, and not a lot, but people are still disappearing.  And it seems like most of the cases have been a lot like what happened to me. Just up and gone from their home or work, all of their stuff is still left behind, cars, wallets, keys, nothing is gone.

Most of the people who have disappeared are around my age too.

So far there's been 5 missing people reports, and when I was asking Officer Robert (The officer I was talking to last time, I finally remembered his name) why he didn't tell me about it he said he was hoping I wouldn't have been the same kind of case because I was found the day after with nothing wrong.

But he did tell me he got a weird feeling about the whole thing, and he didn't want me digging any further into it. If anyone was going to solve this it would be the police.

But...

I don't think I can just let this go.

It's all just too weird. The strange occurrences is just something I can't ignore.

The moment I moved back here, the disappearances began, and from the articles I read about the disappearances they have found those strange pieces of paper similar to what I found in my room.

If I can find some way to look at those  papers and compare them to mine I might be able to figure something out maybe..

I really don't know how I'd look at them. My guess is they're evidence now...

Ah, maybe I should just let the cops deal with it.

As strange as this may be for me there's nothing I could do that they already haven't I guess.

I need to lay down. I have a terrible headache, and mother seems to think I have a cold. Tea time.

Damn I want this to just make sense, it's bugging me too much.

I'm dreaming about it, I've bee seeing things.

I know it's just my head paying tricks on me.

But it's sort of hard to work when your running on 4 hours sleep.

Not fun.

ahh..

fuck

++~HART

...

My phone is not working at ALL.

All you can hear is this obnoxiously loud, ear-drum melting static and tones.

And I don't know why. The phone jack has been working perfectly fine before.

Can't be the current random snow storm that came out of NOWHERE mostly because it was working when the storm was at it's worst.

The my TV is getting staticy and has been crapping out all day.

Again, don't know why. I've been watching DVD's and none of them had been damaged before...

AND, I sign in to check if I had any new comments, just to find that the most recent one made was deleted.

And so was my reply to him.

Pickles.

If that was you, your an ass.

If it wasn't... your still an ass, just now I'm a tad more spooked.

Today just feels like it's going to be a weird day...

And I don't want to be alone, I hope work doesn't close because of the storm.

I need out of here.

By the way I apologize if a comment you made was deleted, I don't know whats going on with that.

++~HART

Foul Taste

Okay, so..

Fun week indeed. I had to force my way back into work so I could start getting hours again. Everyone and their dog made sure to pop by and talk to me.

It's not so bad, I guess everyone is just worried about me.

Still annoying to a point though.

One of the cops that was dealing with my case dropped by to tell me they still couldn't find anything at all. Still seems like I somehow walked there myself in my sleep.

And no one managed to see me walk there either.

Considering I have to walk down the main highway to get there.

But he said he thinks it might be something else.

When I asked him why he didn't say anything, just stayed silent and then shook his head and told me to forget about it. He was just thinking crazy.

But...

I wanted to start digging more into it, but I didn't want to bother him, at the same time I don't know where I would start.

Because I don't even know what the man was talking about.

...

There's something going on.

I want to know what it is. I'm tired of being left in the dark.

POUNDING AWAY

Hi...

It's been a few day's I guess.

Sorry I didn't reply right away, I sort of reverted back to my bubble.

That and I had to deal with mountains of people and police and nurses.

Because we had to find out what's wrong and what happened.

But..nothing.

There is no trace that anyone other than me was in my apartment that night. There is no damage to my body (I also did a rape kit, a drug test, blood test..) and nothing that could explain my blackouts.

Also the video 

yeahireadoverthepostsandwatchedthevideo..

It looks like it was taken on my webcam, and it IS me.. it looks like me. But I don't remember making it, I don't have the movie file anywhere on my computer as far as I know (I've been checking but NOTHING)

So, basically what the evidence is saying is, I blacked out, made a fucked up video, then said fuck my warm home I'm going to a creepy cold dock outside the cemetery! 

But what everyone else in town thinks is I'm a victim in some kind of perverted attack.

Oh, and of course because I live in a small town, and everyone within the peninsula area knows my family, every town within 50 miles knows about it.

I haven't left the apartment much because of this. I tried going out for a drink and that proved...

A stupid idea.

Also.

My green lighter is missing, and my purple one is full of fluid, but won't work.

And I was going through my binder looking at a bunch of my old work and seeing what I wanted to throw out, when I came across this.

Front side says

"TAP TAP TAP CAN YOU HEAR THAT?" "HE SEES U WHEN UR SLEEPING HE KNOWS WHEN UR AWAKE" "SO ALONE" "GO SEE" "KNOW" "HA HA HA HA" "XXXXX" "DON'T" "NHEER"(But it could be a W...)and a lot of words are crossed out...

And the back says

"GET A SMOKE . THIS MIGHT TAKE A MINUTE" "| DOWN || TO GO" " TIK TIK TIK TOK TIK TOK TOK TOK"

Then there's all these drawings.

I have no clue if I made it or not...

It's all just over my head right now I don't even know what to think.

...

AT least who ever wrote it was thinking about my sanity.

Yes crazy paper, I will have a smoke.

++~HART

Jesus...

I just got home. I woke up this morning by some abandoned dock just outside of town and I have no clue how or why I was there.

All I remember is going to the bathroom after hanging up the phone on pickles and that was it.
Blank. Nothing.

I don't remember eating, or walking, or falling asleep on a cold, wet broken dock so I could wake up when the sun cracked the horizon and letting me get engulfed in creepy fog and stubble around until I found the cemetery. Then I kinda realized I was only 10 minutes from my apartment. And just across the street from work. SO I went to work and was nearly killed by my mother.
I asked not to talk about it because I don't even know whats going on. I just want to have a smoke and watch some Farscape right now.
I'm doing this just in case anyone thinks I'm like dead or something, I'll make a proper post once I feel up to it I guess?

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Missing the fun.

HI.

How does someone do these things? I never got the idea of blogging. Or writing a journal for yourself either. I'm not really expressive, or interesting. I remember everything I've ever done so why do I need to write a blog?

Specifically why am I on my friends blog, writing an entry on hers?

Because, I was given a password for a few accounts to a few things she want's me to help her out with, and she thinks me talking to something other than my cat is a good thing. She doesn't seem to remember all those late 2am talks with her. She got pretty philosophical. Emma not Hart. 

That's my cat by the way, Emma.

So, I guess you should all know me (Assuming anyone reads this besides Hart which she will possibly laugh at me very hard later for.)

I'm Pickles. Don't ask, long long story that I hae never had the urge to tell anyone.

I don't like pictures taken of myself.

I take lots of pictures of Emma though.

I don't sleep.

Me and Hart have known each other since Junior High.

I'm a pizza Delivery guy. (And I love it)

Why? Because I basically make anywhere from 200$-350$ on a slow night in tips. These are the perks of living in a big city. And I work a lot of overtime, and all I do is drive so it's not hard.

Just boring and quiet. The way I like it.

Now that is out of the way, I do have ulterior motives for writing this blog. I have work soon, and signed on to see Hart didn't reply to me on this either, or anything else.

Last night we got into a pretty big fight on the phone, and she hung up. I called back but she apparently went back to her apartment, so I asked her mom if she was acting weird at work since they work together, and her mom said she was normal, just tired and she ran off to the bathroom for a good 15 minutes before she came back.

I tried calling her house many, MANY times, and left messages. I left one here and on her twitter, and sent her a few e-mails but nothing.

I AM TRYING TO GET HER TO STOP IGNORING ME AND ACTING LIKE A CHILD!

So maybe a big ol' blog post showing her she's being childish will finally get her to answer her phone, or God help me I am calling Ivy and getting her to send your mom up to you! And I know how much you hate those two waking you up in the morning.

Now, pick up the phone, please?