Sunday, May 22, 2011

This needs to be fast

     Thank you everyone, for helping me with that 23:4 puzzle. Things make a little more sense, but not by much. Perhaps this White Rabbit bastard isn't as much of an enemy as I thought. Maybe he's on my side in some sort of twisted way. Fucking hell, I can't believe I'm entertaining such an idea. The concept of some illusive, enigmatic, murderous psychopath being my ally. God help us when those kinds of horrible people are our friends. 

     Anyway, I gotta make this as quick as I can, I feel like I've just been given a lead and time may be an obstacle against me. I just recently saw the video White Rabbit posted, a lot of it seemed to be a bunch of garbled nonsense until I started noticing similarities between what was shown and my past. It's crazy, I know, but what about this entire situation isn't crazy? I've been laying low here at my own place, I haven't done any video updates because quite frankly I've been trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.
     When I re-watched the White Rabbit video, video 4of0.wmv to be exact, that first clip is exactly indentical to the high school I attended back in 2004. In fact, I dare say it IS the high school I attended. It's not just that, but for a split second we catch the backside of a figure wearing a black hat. I used to wear those exact same clothes when I was around 14-15, I think that's me. I was so excited when I had first got my camera that my friend and I filmed almost everything we did, we even went on to make a few short films that were terrible at best.

     I've got dozens and dozens of cassettes here, there's more around this house. Everything is so spread out and messy that I almost don't even know where to begin looking. If I'm right then all the answers I'm looking for could very well be in something I filmed long ago. Furthermore, we even catch a glimpse of my best friend since childhood, a guy by the name of Brandon. He was saying something to the camera about not knowing what was going on, but he looked a lot younger then. It's possible all the clips in that video, or even ALL of White Rabbits videos have been from years ago.

     I don't speak to Brandon very often, he went off to join the Navy, and we write or text each other from time to time. But he's always incredibly busy. I'll post a picture of him here at the end, it's a horrible cell phone quality picture, but it was back when he was excited about joining, so he took a picture of himself in his uniform at a motel.

     I digress, I'm ranting, my head and chest are aching. I've kept things relatively quiet until now, but things are starting to fall into place. There's a lot of garbled text in that video that I'm finding difficulty reading, perhaps someone can lend me a hand here. The sooner I figure out what message White Rabbit is trying to send, the faster I can get on track to solving this mystery and finding out what the hell is going on.

     That girl in the video, is similar and yet different from the one White Rabbit murdered outside of Gordon's. It's a haunting image, some sort of painful reminder that tugs on my heart strings but I can't figure out why. It's entirely possible this is the same woman, perhaps at that same young age. I lost contact with a LOT of my friends from High School, in fact I hardly talk to any of them. If that footage indeed came from my camera, it's possible she plays an important role in all this. But why the shot of Brandon? Maybe this presents more questions than answers after all.

     I'm not sure what's going to happen after this post, it seems the more I make myself known the deeper into all this I get. I can't just sit by idly trying to defend myself from something that refuses to come to me anymore. Anyone who walks by with a hood drawn sends a sense of panic screaming across my body, which is hard because it's been quite rainy here the past week and anyone walking around has their hood up including myself. I'm growing increasingly paranoid for my well-being.

     I'm trying to ignore two thoughts that linger in my mind. The ones that are by far the most pressing and causing the most distress for me. If all those videos are things I've filmed at an earlier age, how did White Rabbit get ahold of that footage? And... What really was that thing I saw in the woods, some sort of Demon, Satan? Or maybe it was Sin incarnate, punishment for something I've done. Good God what have I gotten myself into.

- The Acquitted

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Forget Fate, Forget Destiny

     So as you know I've been out of the house for awhile now, pretty much couch hopping between friends and loitering around open all-night conveniance stores. I figure if I keep myself in the public eye, maybe nothing more will happen. Then again, I'd be foolish to think such a thing. I guess it's the only comfort I can take right now when I feel more isolated than I've been in a long time. Thankfully, I learned one thing through my nights of solitude. At the end of the day, the only person I can truly count on is myself.

     Speaking of conveniance stores. I've had my fair share of encounters with the police over the past few nights. Anytime I linger in one spot too long they think I'm up to no good and have to bother me with a lot of questions. Eventually I settled on the story that I had gotten into a fight with my "girlfriend" that I was "living with" and decided to leave the apartment for awhile. Most of the times they bought it and simply asked me to move along. Other times they'd run my ID, do a background check, the usual. In all honesty however, being in front of an armed cop made me feel at least a little safer if that thing were to show up.

     I came home earlier today, it'll be my first night back here in awhile. Found a dead rose on my doorstep, and nothing else. No note or anything along those lines. I'm not sure if someone left it there for awhile and it simply dried up and died during the hot sun or not. Eitherway that was the only thing that seemed off. Didn't appear there was any forced entry in my absence, and nothing seemed to be missing. I've been helping myself to what little beer I left in the fridge in a failed attempt to try and relax. It's really not helping too much.

     Something about the air here in this home feels more oppressive than it ever has. If what Gordon had said was correct the last time we spoke, then there were in fact more of those freaks out there, probably more than I could imagine. I know they couldn't have lost me so easily, someone had to have been keeping tabs on me for months, maybe even years. This all is proving problematic because I truly don't know who I feel I can trust. Recent events have filtered out a majority of people I knew, and left only a handful I know I can rely on.

     I don't even want to get into that thing I encountered at the woods. I haven't seen any signs of it nearby, but I have a bad feeling about being in this neighborhood. Regardless, I'm getting tired of running. At least if I'm on my home soil, maybe I'd stand a bit better of a chance to defend my self should the need arise. No word from that White Rabbit bastard since he contacted me on YouTube. I still don't know what to think of him, or her, or whatever. Though I noticed something interesting in all the White Rabbit videos, a signature near the end, and a number at the top left of the screen. "23:4" Any idea what that means?

     Anyway, I'm taking the liberty of spending the rest of my evening making sure my home is quite secure. I'll be searching through whatever I can find to make something explosive, I should have adequate materials to make some light bulb bombs. It would take a few of those detonating directly on a person to do significant damage, but that's not what I'm counting on. At the least, they'll be enough of a painful and bright distraction for me to either escape or close the gap.

     As for that woman, I'm going to take the advice of someone on YouTube and look through some old tapes of mine. I'll also be checking through my old high school year books. I know I've seen her before but I can't quite put my finger on it. If I'm lucky, maybe it'll prove a sufficient lead to figure out what the hell is going on. Good God, what have I gotten myself into?

     Say a prayer for me guys.


“I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.”

- The Acquitted