Darkness surrounds me

The calendar says it's the 28th. 24 hours ago, it said it was the 27th. This might mean time is progressing normally for me again.

It's still dark outside. It's always dark outside. It's never gonna stop being dark outside.

There were people in the video. I didn't see them when recording. I heard the noises, but that's it.

I'm gonna get some sleep, and then I'm gonna look around the neighborhood.

I hope I can run fast enough.

Webcam: "Been hearing voices"

I've been hearing voices, so I started recording. What I got was a little surprising.

message

5% of you want me to go away. I completely agree with you. I'd be better off dead.


You fucking assholes.


Welcome to cockroach country, this is my home now. And all you can think of is telling me to go away.


Maybe we'd all be better off dead.


Maybe I'd be better off, dad.

But where is the garden of Eden?

It's dark, the light is on and it's still dark.

There's a surprising lack of doors in this house. I've looked around, and anywhere I saw a door, I'd blink and it'd just.. be gone. I'm beginning to think I might be legitimately insane.

Whenever I stand in the hallway seen in my video, I can hear much movement all around. If I look down the hall, I can always see figures moving behind a door. Maybe shadows.

Time doesn't move that fast here, and yet it seems to pass quicker than lightning. I feel ageless as the walls rot around me.

I went up the stairs and found myself exhausted before reaching the top. I heard more noises, felt more darkness, and then I retreated down here.

Now I can hear nothing but footsteps and vague scuttering.

The laptop's time reads August 5th, 5:08 AM.

I'm losing track of time, and I feel a new sense of elation.

Webcam: "Update in place"

This laptop has a webcam, but the program for it was buried pretty deep. Found it, now using it.

Overture 5

I walked up to this house. I walked up the stairs, each step feeling surreal and slow.

I knocked on the door, and all life ceased.

Eight blossoms befell my feet, five sunrises pass in the blink of an eye.

I opened the door, and the house was both well-lit and pitch black at the same time. All life ceased and all life continued, it was past and present, it was August 11 2009 and January 16 2010 and August 7 2010 and August 5 2011 and September 26 2011 all at the same time.

Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.

As long as I keep running, babe it's gonna work out fine.

No one runs faster than I eat.

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WHat the hell I wentered though the door and dnow Imy head is jst kiling me.

I recognize where I am. If my hunch is correct, I'm going to squeal.

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A comment asked if there was anything of interest on the computer.

After checking, I have found a folder titled "CAMPER." Will reply with findings.

Am I in purgatory?

I'm getting kinda scared. Not gonna lie.

The computer calendar says I've been gone for at least a week. I was only looking around for about half an hour.

I couldn't find anything of real interest, besides a long corridor with a strange door at the other end of it.

I'm going in. No other leads.

Structural lack of Collapse

I found an assortment of buildings, some sort of structural site. Looks empty and forested.

It's oddly cold here. Suddenly got cold.

Inside one of the empty structures was this computer. Looking around for anything else.

questions Not answering

Aches and pains. The rain has stopped.

I think I see a city far off. An actual city. With buildings.

And no, I don't know where I am. The city nearby should tell me, though.

Teller of, What

Got a lot of walking done. I'm either sleeping for very long lengths of time or these computers' calendars are ahead. It doesn't feel like I've been here for that long.

It's looking a little bit rainy. I'm gonna hide.

Don't ask.

New template

I found a grocery store. Computers here work. Decided to fuck around and change up my blog's appearance a bit.

I dunno. Just bah, I'm tired. Need sleep.

The door is soaking wet. No one is around.

Screw the internet, I'm getting out of this house. I don't know when I'll be able to post again but fuck it who cares bye.

just stop

let there be silence

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I'm not doing anything. See? Just typing. In my blog.

It's just my blog. I promise. It's not about you, dad. It's actually about this girl who lives down the street, named Sam. She's not supposed to be here, but she is.

..just like me.

Oh, I didn't mean anything by that! I'm sure I'll grow to love it here, you're right.

Oh no, the school said they were full.

..they did. I swear, they did, you can ask mum.

No, dad, you'll just hear exactly what mum and I heard. The school is full.

I don't know what I'm gonna do without a school.

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Oh god please the banging, oh my god oh my god, just open the door open the door hurry up get it over with please TPS BANGING

Please just go away.

Something's banging against the door.

Oh god, I don't want to check.

Signal is weird here

I'm cold. It's been a long night.

Yet I feel so warm and content. Like I wouldn't want to leave this place for the world.

Like stepping through that door was the best thing that could have happened to me.

Also this

My camera is a good several dozen miles away. I went to sleep under a tree one night and when I woke up, it was gone. Weird, though. I haven't seen any animals.

HOT

Forgot to mention in last post. The door led to a shed somewhere. Found myself in some forest.

Fucking hotter than a KISS concert in Hell. Don't ask where I am, 'cause I really don't know. At least I have internet, right?

Turns out the fucking gas station has a signal. I get the feeling I'm approaching a more civilized place now.
Good. I'm getting very sick of forest.

In the Presence of Enemies VI

I'm going in the door.

In the Presence of Enemies V

The Camper wasn't just Sam.

That email is from J. LaBrie.

The Doors surround me in their elegance, crying out to me with their incomprehensibly complex progressions. I can hear Nathan calling out to me to say "Hellay."

It's time to choose. Is my soul my own, or does it belong to these goddamn "Camper" cultists with their organized crime?

The police still haven't gotten back to me.

To quote Mike Portnoy reciting John Petrucci's lyrics in "In the Presence of Enemies," It's time for your reckoning.