I am not the creator of this blog, I'm a friend of hers. For now call me Red, I'm a bit creeped out due to what's been going on and I don't want to risk my real name getting out there and into the wrong hands.
I didn't know she had this blog, but her computer has her logged in and it's her only favourite link right now. Her computer is pretty bare for some reason.
I did have conversations with her about the odd events that had been occuring and I told her that it was nothing. Now I feel so damn guilty about nothing taking things more seriously. I feel like it my fault that she's run away. I only hope she has run away, but deep down I know something worse than that has happened. She had some video footage that she had labelled as being ready for youtube uploading. I'd say they should be ready, she didn't speak to me for two weeks after she went back to that fucking forrest to get more footage. I told her not too, whether I believed something was going on that couldn't be explained or not...she shouldn't of gone out there alone.
If you're there and you're reading this please get in contact with me, your parents or anyone for god sake. Please!
And if you who's done this to her are out there, I've seen the videos I know she wasn't lying. I'll find out who or what you are. I swear it.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Friday, 15 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Phonecall
Just got off the phone with Ms. Conroy. She seemed really nice and friendly and asked if I wanted to come into the office some day, whenever this damned weather clears up.
Anyway she started off by telling me "I've lived here all my life, despite never really knowing if I wanted too".
She then asked me to reinform her of the past events. I didn't tell her everything, though I did mention the marks on the wall and the reburning that happened. Her voice didn't faltered, didn't change and she didn't seem to be saying or thinking "wow this girl is a nutjob" but who knows what she was truly thinking.
She let me tell my story and then she said some peculiar things.
"You should count yourself lucky that that's all that's happened and to ensure nothing further occurs I highly suggest that you do not go back to those woods again. I also would stress you should not pursue any form of investigation. Forget about this, try to ignore whatever comes and it might just go away soon."
She told me then after some more words that I should meet her in person if I can and then reurged me not to go searching for more 'trouble'.
I don't know what to make of this, she knows something, perhaps these exact things have been happening to her!
How would she know that not doing anything would speed up the process of stopping the weirdness from continuing? Has this happened to her or someone else and their 'meddeling' resulted in worse inflictions or creepier things happening?
How can she tell me this, not tell me what exactly is going on and expect me to sit back?
I don't think I can let this lie, not without knowing something about it. I may be getting more information that I thought I would but it still doesn't explain anything. Maybe if I meet her it will....
idbecautious sent me another email last night but there was no spanish in it. Just
"Hello Rachel
Goodbye"
Anyway she started off by telling me "I've lived here all my life, despite never really knowing if I wanted too".
She then asked me to reinform her of the past events. I didn't tell her everything, though I did mention the marks on the wall and the reburning that happened. Her voice didn't faltered, didn't change and she didn't seem to be saying or thinking "wow this girl is a nutjob" but who knows what she was truly thinking.
She let me tell my story and then she said some peculiar things.
"You should count yourself lucky that that's all that's happened and to ensure nothing further occurs I highly suggest that you do not go back to those woods again. I also would stress you should not pursue any form of investigation. Forget about this, try to ignore whatever comes and it might just go away soon."
She told me then after some more words that I should meet her in person if I can and then reurged me not to go searching for more 'trouble'.
I don't know what to make of this, she knows something, perhaps these exact things have been happening to her!
How would she know that not doing anything would speed up the process of stopping the weirdness from continuing? Has this happened to her or someone else and their 'meddeling' resulted in worse inflictions or creepier things happening?
How can she tell me this, not tell me what exactly is going on and expect me to sit back?
I don't think I can let this lie, not without knowing something about it. I may be getting more information that I thought I would but it still doesn't explain anything. Maybe if I meet her it will....
idbecautious sent me another email last night but there was no spanish in it. Just
"Hello Rachel
Goodbye"
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Charlene
Dear Miss ********
My name is Charlene Conroy and I work for the town council here in *****. I was not personally responsible for replying to your email, but it was forwarded to me in case I may have any additional information I could relay to you.
All I can say right now is that what you were told is indeed correct. According to our archives and maps there is absolutely nothing which matches your description to be found in the woods in *****.
There is nothing at all there. But as I said, there is nothing archived here regarding any property or the like, but that doesn't mean that something isn't there. I apologise for being somewhat cryptic.
I would very much like to have you phone my office number at any time between 10.30am and 4pm to discuss what you came across. It will of course be confidential but there is a specific reason we need to discuss what you've asked about over the phone.
My number is ********.
Yours sincerely,
Charlene Conroy.
My name is Charlene Conroy and I work for the town council here in *****. I was not personally responsible for replying to your email, but it was forwarded to me in case I may have any additional information I could relay to you.
All I can say right now is that what you were told is indeed correct. According to our archives and maps there is absolutely nothing which matches your description to be found in the woods in *****.
There is nothing at all there. But as I said, there is nothing archived here regarding any property or the like, but that doesn't mean that something isn't there. I apologise for being somewhat cryptic.
I would very much like to have you phone my office number at any time between 10.30am and 4pm to discuss what you came across. It will of course be confidential but there is a specific reason we need to discuss what you've asked about over the phone.
My number is ********.
Yours sincerely,
Charlene Conroy.
Saturday, 2 January 2010
Fortnight
I'm going there to the woods with my camera.
Also people are sending me messages via email, suggesting I use twitter. I don't see why when this blog is serving the purpose I intended it to, well I intended it to be for fun but that all changed. I now use it to catalogue whatever the hell is going on and I've found out that there are people out there, commenters, emailers ect that don't think I'm crazy and have offered excellent advise.
There haven't been any dreams since the last one. But I've had this eerie feeling of being watched, now just when I'm out walking or through my window at night, but here on the internet. It's as if idbecautious or something more benevolent is aware of every keystroke.
Also people are sending me messages via email, suggesting I use twitter. I don't see why when this blog is serving the purpose I intended it to, well I intended it to be for fun but that all changed. I now use it to catalogue whatever the hell is going on and I've found out that there are people out there, commenters, emailers ect that don't think I'm crazy and have offered excellent advise.
There haven't been any dreams since the last one. But I've had this eerie feeling of being watched, now just when I'm out walking or through my window at night, but here on the internet. It's as if idbecautious or something more benevolent is aware of every keystroke.
Thursday, 31 December 2009
....
What the last email from idbecautious said when I asked "who are you?"
The same hello and the at the bottom another spanish word.
"oscuridad"
I looked it up and it means 'darkness'
Given the name and that the only spanish part is the one word each time I'm going to assume this person is not spanish. Even if they were sending me one line after another of creepy words and suggestions just isn't normal.
The same hello and the at the bottom another spanish word.
"oscuridad"
I looked it up and it means 'darkness'
Given the name and that the only spanish part is the one word each time I'm going to assume this person is not spanish. Even if they were sending me one line after another of creepy words and suggestions just isn't normal.
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Dream 2
I had another weird dream last night. I was walking down my hallway, past the markings and the lights went out. I tried to feel my way across the wall to find the light switch. I couldn't find it but the light came on again...only I wasn't in my hallway. I was somewhere else, there were walls made of rock and they seemed wet. There was a small fire in front of me and clothes lying on the ground. Robes and stuff and bits of rope, like what monks used to keep their robes fastened together. There was no exit that I could see. I was in some sort of lair or cave or something. I woke up then.
It was an odd dream and I wouldn't of mentioned it if not for the markings appeared at the beginning.
But who knows, maybe it's my subconcious just mixing stuff into a dream. I just don't know what would put the idea of a cave and robes lying everywhere into my mind.
It was an odd dream and I wouldn't of mentioned it if not for the markings appeared at the beginning.
But who knows, maybe it's my subconcious just mixing stuff into a dream. I just don't know what would put the idea of a cave and robes lying everywhere into my mind.
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