окно было открыто. посмотреть, что происходит. род царей будет расти. они избавят мир от них
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
The Box
Sophia. If your out there...please...come home. I found your box. The black box. I don't know how to open it. It doesn't have a combination or a keyhole. How does it open? I want to find you...help me please god.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Gone.
I've been sitting here, wondering where she went. I wasn't even going to post this but I have no other choice. I called the police as soon as I lost sight of her. Here is what happened...
It was about 4:00am. I woke up to the back door slamming shut. I sat up and looked over to see Sophia was not in bed. I looked out our bedroom window. Sophia was naked and walking towards the back woods. The next part was kind of a blur. I remember running outside, calling her name. I felt very light headed the closer I got to her. She was walking towards an awkward looking tree. I was in arms reach when I fell down, nauseated. I watched her walk into the tree. It opened its arms, welcomed her, and then disappeared.
After 15 minutes of throwing up, I got up, ran into the house and called the police. They've been here since 5am helping me search the woods for her. It's now 3pm. They gave up at noon. I've been sitting here...thinking, crying, wondering where she went. Where are you Sophia?
It was about 4:00am. I woke up to the back door slamming shut. I sat up and looked over to see Sophia was not in bed. I looked out our bedroom window. Sophia was naked and walking towards the back woods. The next part was kind of a blur. I remember running outside, calling her name. I felt very light headed the closer I got to her. She was walking towards an awkward looking tree. I was in arms reach when I fell down, nauseated. I watched her walk into the tree. It opened its arms, welcomed her, and then disappeared.
After 15 minutes of throwing up, I got up, ran into the house and called the police. They've been here since 5am helping me search the woods for her. It's now 3pm. They gave up at noon. I've been sitting here...thinking, crying, wondering where she went. Where are you Sophia?
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Notes #2
Notes #2-
I failed to mention this in my last "Notes" section because it did not seem necessary. It does now.
When I found those weird pictures, I also found a long list of emails. Thinking nothing of it, I was about to throw it away but never got around to it. Well, as said before, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to email the first four emails on the list. Only one replied. Miss A. Lucia Cat. I don't know what Sophia's connection to her is, if there is one, and I don't know why she has this list of emails. Should I talk to her about it?
The past couple of days have been quiet. Still no nightmares, which is a good thing, even though I only posted one. Sophia is acting a little more paranoid, saying she sees this man following her. I'm sure it's just the stress getting to her from her new promotion offer since, according to her, every time she tries to catch a glimpse of this "man" he disappears. I'm beginning to feel this online journal has ran it's course. No more nightmares, no more reason to use this.
-End of Notes #2
It's getting late. Time to phone the sand man.
I failed to mention this in my last "Notes" section because it did not seem necessary. It does now.
When I found those weird pictures, I also found a long list of emails. Thinking nothing of it, I was about to throw it away but never got around to it. Well, as said before, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to email the first four emails on the list. Only one replied. Miss A. Lucia Cat. I don't know what Sophia's connection to her is, if there is one, and I don't know why she has this list of emails. Should I talk to her about it?
The past couple of days have been quiet. Still no nightmares, which is a good thing, even though I only posted one. Sophia is acting a little more paranoid, saying she sees this man following her. I'm sure it's just the stress getting to her from her new promotion offer since, according to her, every time she tries to catch a glimpse of this "man" he disappears. I'm beginning to feel this online journal has ran it's course. No more nightmares, no more reason to use this.
-End of Notes #2
It's getting late. Time to phone the sand man.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Notes #1
As of yesterday I decided to keep a small log of notes to be just a little more organized. I'll transpose them here.
Notes #1-
I didn't get a chance to talk to Sophia about the pictures. Frankly, I don't care that much. It's just doodles, everyone does it. I decided to keep the picture, locked away with this notepad.
As for my nightmares, I have resorted to taking pills after the last nightmare. I don't remember anything from the time the pill kicks in, to the time I wake up.
-End of Notes #1
I plan to keep these notes a secret from Sophia.
Notes #1-
I didn't get a chance to talk to Sophia about the pictures. Frankly, I don't care that much. It's just doodles, everyone does it. I decided to keep the picture, locked away with this notepad.
As for my nightmares, I have resorted to taking pills after the last nightmare. I don't remember anything from the time the pill kicks in, to the time I wake up.
-End of Notes #1
I plan to keep these notes a secret from Sophia.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Disturbing Picture
While Doing my usual cleaning, I stumbled upon a few pictures. They are very poorly drawn. However, one caught my eye. It was a first person view of my backyard from the kitchen window. There seemed to be an object to the far right. The only part of the caption that is eligible is "STOP". I know I did not draw this and we do not have children. Only leaves one person...Sophia
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