Wednesday, March 9, 2011


TTime is grinding, grinding away, and my sanity goes with it. Some days are better than others. For a long time I wwas lost in the voice. Oh, what rapture ttook me during those days?

I need to keep this here. Where it cant be reached and detroyed. A record of memory.

II need anyone, anyone out tthere, to please remember this. He is consuming mme. Everything.

But you must all remember.

Eternus in memoria

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry. Oh god, and I thought he wasn't real.

I'm sorry for the disgusting parody of the horror. I'm sorry for this pale attempt at an ARG.

I'm sorry all those who know Him. My attempts at faking their suffering is nothing short of offensive.

Please forgive me.

I want it to stop.

The voice.

The flesh. The flesh. It burns. Burns burns burnsburnsburns.

He found me. Oh god, He did.

Dead child. Dead child in the trees.

And now he watches.

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

Monday, December 27, 2010

I've been neglecting this blog.

I haven't been posting nearly enough here. Now that I have a few people following me, I guess better start posting some content.

If only I had some interesting things to say.

Well. Hmm.

I guess I could make this into some kind of dream blog. But god knows there are enough of those, and hell, on a slow day, I could just make it up and no one would know.

I suppose I'll just stick to rambling.

Monday, December 13, 2010


When I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that man would go away.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

The strangest thing.

Today was a very strange day.

To say the least.

It was raining. I walked down to the train station, hoping to catch the metro into the city center. The station seemed abandoned, except for one man on the other platform, sitting on a bench. I was looking at him. He was looking at me. Now, the strange thing about this happenstance is that he was wearing a mask. Not a totheark style, creepy mask, as most would immediately conclude, but a plain blank mask, with eye holes. Because of all my recent readings, and the fact that my horror movie sense was a bit off today, I walked over to the platform, and right up to him.

Suddenly, a sort of... dark miasma began to exude from him. He sat deathly still. I turned to run, but it overtook me. I tried to claw my way out of the darkness as I heard the slightest, faintest whispering.

Then I woke up.

I was sitting at my desk, in front of my computer. I turned it on, loaded up Firefox, and I'm typing this now.

This has been one of the most unsettling days of life.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


More wierdness regarding the woods. I saw the suit out there again, on one of the paths. But there was someone else with him, wearing a suit like his. He was almost identicle, but he was wearing a hat, and it cast a shadow over his face. It looked like the hat guy was telling off the suit (I'm just gonna call them hat guy and suit for the purposes of identification.). So strange, I couldn't here what hat guy was saying, it was like it was coming through distorted. Need to get my hearing checked at the doctor.

Need to write up an army list for my new SMs. Anyone reading wants to recomend one, go ahead.

Tvtropes is eating my life. so is Left 4 Dead. Hate of computer.


...EEEeeeeEEEcreepy-pasta! A Plague on you! Stop making me scared of everything!
God, I've been on a total horror binge. SCP Foundation, Slender Man, creepy-pasta. Maybe I just subconsciously hate sleep. Maybe I should get Amnesia: TDD to make sure I never get to the land of Nod ever again.

Nightmares. Ah, nightmares. What exquisite ways the mind torments itself more acutely than any horror movie could. For a terror adrenaline junky like I seem to be turning into, this wouldn't be a bad thing. But damn, At least I have some control over games and videos. I keep dreaming about a forest, but all the trees are made out of... I guess, sort of human analouges. The branches are arms, with too many fingers splitting off into smaller branches, the trunks are distorted torsos, and eyes are scattered all over. And, in the midst of those meat-trees, a bright white figure stands, just standing.

Wow, why the hell did I type that much?